My car door was not cooperating. Something in there got too cold, I think,
and didn't want to move back in place allowing it to close all the way and
latch. I can only be glad (and really, I wouldn't have though I'd be glad
about this) that it happened once before, so I had a little memory of what
it was doing and what to do to make it work. Only I didn't fully remember so
I wasted a few minutes trying to mess with it with my fingers before I
finally went back in the house and got a screw driver. But now it's better.
Before it was better, it made me grumbly and swear-y.
And Mike wrote the ballot box question. Which means people are more likely
to answer it. Which means I may have a sweaty slimy ear tomorrow.
And I'm seeing migraine spots. Which means it's time to take some drugs.
And I think I might start bleeding today. Which means it's really time to
take drugs. And later I will have to go to the bathroom and make sure I'm
not leaking messily all over my pants. That's always nice.
