- Get lost three times on way to car dealer, who has blades, unlike every gas station in 20-mile radius.
- Park.
- When spare parts man asks what year the car is (you were proud you remembered the make) say, “eh, not sure.” In response to funny look: “It’s my wife’s car.”
- “Where’s it parked?” he asks. Point it out. Notice you’ve parked wrong, and in an absurd place, as if you were on drugs. You’re not. That’s the problem: you’re not on drugs. It’s seven in the morning and no coffee yet.
- He changes blades. Pay and leave.
- Drink coffee.
- Blog.
- Walk kid to school.
- Go into town with wife, to shop for clothes and Japanese food and maybe look at a hotel or two for upcoming visitors. If there is time. And it’s not raining too hard.
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