So I’m trying to leave work early to get home soon after he pumped up the tire, and three hours later (didn’t get to leave until 7 almost), I make it home not sure if it was a success. And it was! I slowly drive my car the 10 blocks or so to my mechanic, write him a note and then spend another 15 minutes trying to find the drop box to leave my key. It took me forever and I was close to just hiding the key on the property and calling him the next day when someone came by and helped out. Seeing the slot in the dark was a challenge.
It was so nice that he swung by my house and did that. Whoever heard of a mechanic making house calls?! How awesome is that? Now I’m just waiting for the call to find out the damage (not just the tire but also getting a general tune-up, it’s been awhile). Fingers crossed it’s not too expensive.
And this morning I came in and my eggs where waiting for me - super fresh farm eggs. Ever since I was down to one egg in the fridge, all my meal planning has been egg-centric: breakfast egg sandwich, dinner omelet, egg-salad sandwich. You know how it goes, when you don’t have something, that’s all you want. Now I can go egg crazy!
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