Was strangely reflective on the drive home today (well, I started out feeling predatory, but the timing sucks. ;) )
For some reason the poor, battered crystal hanging from my rear veiw mirror caught my attention and I started thinking about when I got it, and how long ago it was.( Collapse )
Oh, and I noticed on the way to work that there were only two bars worth of gas in the tank. Promised myself to remember to fill it before leaving for home. Failed. Thought to look at it in a panic just before DeSoto - three bars. What? After DeSoto - FOUR bars. Isnt' this backwards? By Lawrence it was back down to three. Put 12 gallons of gas in it. Weird.