Yesterday was not my day? Well, I’m not going into detail but today . . BUT coming back from Fort Wayne, I was detoured onto 1-69 because of a wreck on the overpass at Coldwater, and then shunted onto the 1-469 ramp because of the traffic jam with all the cars originally diverted to 69. Finally got to Dupont only to have the lane narrow IMMEDIATELY and have to turn into a subdivision. After turning around in a driveway where the open garage door revealed a space so neat psychos had to live there, I went past a wreck involving school bus and blue SUV at Dupont and Lima.
When we stopped for a drink at Ricker’s north of Dupont, it was temporarily shut down and “fuel service” trucks were parked at the pumps . . . but no one was around.
Actually, it was a good day because I was lucky to get shunted onto I-469 instead of winding up ramming a car and being rammed in turn by the one behind me.
This is boring me, maybe because I just recounted it to Quentin. The clock chimed slowly while we were talking and I told him about having to wind up three mechanisms and, being us, we started talking about sundials. And I mentioned vandals who probably went out and slightly turned the pedestal at night – maybe for fun, maybe for an alibi for a crime.

Oh, yes, constable, I saw him at high noon right here yesterday . . . although it did seem like a strange high noon.

Oh, I was in Fort Wayne to take someone to a doctor’s appointment and I forgot my Kindle. But, not to fear, I found a book under the seat (along with a lot of other stuff) and settled down to read in the shady parking lot. It turned out to be a short appointment and I saw them in my rearview mirror 15 minutes later. I wanted to shout, “NO! Go back, go back,” but held my tongue – inside my pursed little lips.
Rats, I’m hankering for a snack; well, I distract myself with a sudoku.
Chow.