Saturday, I got up at 6 a.m., which is so wrong, in order to leave town by 8 a.m. to drive 45 miles south to Carroll by 9 a.m. to take my car in to the Toyota dealership so they could fix my passenger window, which had stopped worked (in the down position, of course) on Tuesday.
In my own defense, I will note the following:
a) My driver side window broke last spring, requiring Toyota to give me a whole new door;
b) I was given a non-teaching assignment at work this semester which turned out to be highly political and fairly f*cked up, so my stress level has been pretty high;
c) I was still reeling from both the gout attack and the very idea that I could have something like gout.
After a chilly drive to the dealership, my car was only in the shop about 5 minutes. The service manager himself came into the waiting room to give me the tragic news…….
……..my window lock was on.
I didn’t even know I had a window lock. It’s a small button just above the window controls and next to the door locks. Never occurred to me to fiddle with it.
Fortunately, Carroll is home to the best yarn shop in N.W. Iowa.
Sunday, I slept in.