First, P got a flat tire as he drove into the carport after work last night then after he got it fixed and headed to work this morning, his fuel pump died on the interstate. D rescued him and MB, and he took my car to get to work. I had no car today, which kind of sucked because I couldn’t go cash my pay cheque, but not as badly as P’s day sucked, so meh. C drove me home, and I’m glad because my foot was hurting by the end of the day. In good news, my angry typewriters are making progress. Go, Mean Little Birds, go!!

P.S. Also…go, little hyacinth, go!