Yesterday, I did not write

I was planning to write a bit of a story yesterday (or possibly to work on some Christmas presents, that I am fervently hoping will actually be done in time for Christmas). But then it turned to be one of those days.

I was sitting on the couch, in my pajamas, Joel having just left for work, because our apartment is so small it is impossible to get back to sleep until he is actually gone, when he burst back into the apartment. His car wouldn't start. So I threw on the nearest clothes (in approximately thirty seconds), and scurried down to my car to give him a jump. Nothing. His car wouldn't even turn over. And, of course, yesterday was the day that streetsweeping happens on that side of the street.

I promptly realized that the only way Joel was getting to work was for me to give him a ride, as I needed my car. So I grabbed a granola bar and water, and made Joel drive, because I'm not much of a morning person, and less so when I'm five minutes from going back to bed.

On the way home, I stopped by Starbucks (because I needed coffee, and was in the middle of cleaning my coffee pot), and instead of buying a regular coffee, had a very delicious eggnog latte. It was beautiful, and felt seasonal (it had not yet reached 80 outside), and the world was a wonderful place, and it was a good day.

Then I called and had Joel's car towed to the mechanic.

Went to my appointment with the physical therapist (I strained the muscle in my thumb, and it is ever-so-slowly improving). Unfortunately, she said she was unable to sign a form for the latest job test proving that I need accommodations (a larger pencil and breaks). So I had to make an appointment today with my general practitioner.

Then I went to pay for the repairs on Joel's car, which, luckily, was only about forty dollars, as it turned out that the cable was dirty and loose, but the battery and starter were fine.

I dropped by Nordstrom, only to learn that while they carry bras in my size, they don't carry suitable sports bras. The only sports bra they carry is very sheer, and shows a lot more than I'm comfortable showing, and isn't even that supportive. *glare *

Then I drove over to pick Joel up from work, and we went home and had dinner. That was nice. Except, of course, that after dinner we had to go pick up his car from the mechanic.

I was totally exhausted, and spent most of the day running around. I think I was mostly exhausted because I wasn't expecting it, because I'm usually fine being up that early in the morning, if I can wake up slowly with my coffee. But that is why I didn't get any writing done yesterday.