My friend Lydia had a second driving lesson on Sunday, and it ended in disaster. After five minutes of driving, the engine stalled and never restarted, so we eventually pushed it into a parking spot and abandoned it and walked home. Later I went back and Rhonda the Honda was more cooperative. Still,  she has broken my trust. Forever, perhaps.

My crockpot passed away at some point during the night of the 20th. This is a tragic blow for me because we were very close.

My galoshes have large gaping holes in the toes. Galosh! Oh my gosh!

These are pretty much my only complaints with Life at this time, which I guess means I am very blessed. Time to go rock morphology! (No pun intended.)