It is a truth universally acknowledged that when running very, very late, a young woman in want of a fast road will encounter
a) a station wagon with a handicap plate, incapable of driving faster than 35 miles per hour
b) a flagman
c) a dozen schoolbuses
and then, upon arriving home, discover she has locked herself out of the house, spare key and all. Because it is also a truth universally acknowleged that those who underdress for 39 degree weather will spend much more time outside than intended.
...............
But one broken window screen later, I have achieved the following:
a) hot tea
b) an epic handwritten letter by
laravioletc) my favorite snuggly sweater
d) a dozen different versions of The Wexford Carol
e) and a purring kitty who is looking at me as though she is worshipping a god.
And so all is right with the world.
In other news, the sky just turned fifty shades of orange and crimson and fushia and violet, and more than anything, I wished I was at future farm, which has sunrises, moonrises, and SUNSETS that would make even the most ardent atheist believe in divinity.
Three more weeks.
I'm ready to go.