No, this wasn't a work day. I like to write "home again", because getting back home when out there "in the world" isn't necessarily a given. One day at work, I didn't make it home, and spent 4 days in a hospital due to a car wreck.
Just now, I got back from an errand that went awry. The reason was entirely my fault. But that is not what I thought at the time. It wasn't until I went to another place and tried to do the same thing that I understood what my mistake was. ( Slapping my forehead, "Doh!")
When I got home from the usual errand on Sunday, which wasn't the above errand, which is grocery shopping, which I hate, I had a mishap when I took the bags out of the van. One of them broke, and spilled the contents, which proceeded to roll under the van. Oh, Goody! I had to go fish it out with a broomstick without the broom, which is about 30 years old. In the meantime, I had to get down on the ground on my knees, which I hate like all get out, all the while cursing up a storm. I can hear my Mom from the grave. She would say on times like these: "stop growling!"
The accident above wasn't my fault. But I make so many mistakes that I woke up wondering if it was. I can't remember to this day what happened in that wreck. It was witnessed though, and I thank my lucky stars that it was. And a cop rolled up on it. Imagine that happening in a deserted place. You could be there for hours and nobody would know that you were there.
Sobering thought.
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