Last night, the TV in our bedroom died. It had a good life--10, 15 years--but still.
Today, I was leaving--well, trying to leave--for a dentist appointment, and...the car wouldn't start.
It has gas--three quarters of a tank. Oil was changed and inspection performed last week. The antifreeze/coolant light had been coming on, so I hadn't been driving it until we could check that out. I figured, as I prepared to leave, that I could run it to the car place after my dentist appointment.
Well, so much for that.
I just hope this week doesn't get any worse.
If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving