This morning I was awakened with a pat on the back and the word “cars” voiced into my semi-consciousness.
I picked up my phone to check the time: 7:15 am.
I never sleep in. This is late for me.
So I groaned something and sat up, feeling my hair fall into my face. I checked briefly – am I decent enough to walk to the bathroom or do I need to get a robe? (Listen…hot flashes has me taking off and putting stuff back on half the night…ugh.)
I dressed without a shower but did something to my Rapunzel hair (long, not blond) and even applied a bit of eyeliner and mascara. Didn’t want to scare the guys at Nelson’s shop. 😉
We need to switch the winter tires on both cars.
He tried to do it on the weekend, but one of the bolts was rusty and the wheel was stuck, and the little jack we use to hoist up the car on the driveway may or may not withhold some banging…
Anyway. I had one coffee. This is not enough.
I had to put layers on. It’s grey and cold and blah. This is too much action on just one coffee for me. 😶
When we got there we discovered that the new car (3 years young) needs new brakes. Yay. Gonna be a big bill.
But Nelson and his guys are old-school, trustworthy, professional, nice and decent guys. If they tell us we need new brakes and show us why then so be it.
I noticed while sitting in his shop having a chat he has an Instagram account. So I browsed through there…he’s fun! See for yourself!
Anyway, I’m home now with coffee. Had a long hot shower.
Ready to tackle the day today…what should I do?
- Plant some indoor seeds?
- Cook a pot of soup?
- Make pizza dough?
- Vacuum the main floor?
- Sort through the massive amount of clutter in my kid’s craft corner?
- Write another chapter on any of my WIP?
- Or…stay in bed and have more coffee?
I’m over it, this lock-down quarantine stuff. Unfortunately things have not leveled off yet here in Toronto so we’re only cautiously optimistic that life can return to some sort of new normal.
Not yet though. But soon.
Stay well, friends.