Yesterday I had them fix my right-rear tire and rotate the tires.
This morning my left-front tire was flat.
I laughed. You have to appreciate how all these small problems gang up on you. I'm blessed to have these small problems. Car trouble means I *have* a car. Getting up at 4:00am this morning because my daughter wet the bed means that I *have* a daughter. Going to the hospital and taking care of my in-law's stuff means that I *have* family. I still have most of the things I hold dear, and for that I'm blessed.
Tired, but blessed.
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