This is not going to go down as one of my best evenings, but it could have been worse. I will say right from the start I am thankful for two things:
1) I didn't make it to the freeway
2) I wasn't in costume
I was supposed to be down in Lodi at 5:30 for dance rehearsal. For no particular reason I'd decided to wear jeans and change when I got there, instead of just going in costume like usual. I left at 5, and was about two miles from home when suddenly my battery light went on, I could hardly steer the car at all, and it smelled funny.
Um, not good.
I pulled off the road, popped the hood and saw smoke, called Mom so she could call the garage, called AAA, and waited a half hour for a tow truck. It's amazing to me that nobody stops when someone is pulled off obviously having car trouble. Not that I'd expect a random person to stop, but of the cop and two sheriffs that passed by at different times clearly not on their way to an emergency, you'd think someone might want to check that I was okay.
But I digress. There's nothing like sitting alone for a half hour in the fading evening light in a dead cold car thinking I've somehow reached the end of the road and that this somehow just means "DOOM." The health of that car is directly in line with my mood, so I'm feeling pretty bleak tonight. Feel free to send me some virtual hugs, I need it. Money works too. Ha.
So I got towed to the Wilton Garage and thankfully managed to hold it together enough not to just completely start bawling in the waiting room.
And now I'm home, crossing my fingers and toes in hopes that I can afford to fix whatever has gone wrong this time.