Yesterday was one of those days I wondered if there really is something to Chaos Theory. If a butterfly flaps its wings in Central Park will the lights go out in Georgia? If I had not run out of coffee yesterday morning and needed to run through a drive through on my way to work to get some, but left late because the electricity went out and showed it was ten minutes earlier than it was, so I was rushing to get to work on time, would the tree limb have fallen over in my front yard into ground soft from being rain soaked and broken the main water line into my house and spewed gallons and gallons of water all day before I arrived home from work late from grocery shopping?
Maybe not. Chaos Theory. So this morning I had to make a hard choice with the one bottle of water I had in the house (because my water line is off until I can get a plumber): wash my face and hands, brush my teeth, or make coffee. You know me. I made coffee. I can brush and wash at work. But my poor inhibitors don't understand why they are not getting their morning drink.
And because chaos begets more chaos, the battery on my truck's security system died during all this. Now it is stuck in the driveway where I slammed it into park last night to try and figure out how to turn of the water until I can get a new battery for the security beeper. Luckily, my neighbor works close to me and is going to give me a ride this morning. If I didn't have such giving people around me to help with days like this one was I would have been more stressed. As it is I just have a good story to tell.
Thanks, Brent, for bringing out your chainsaw in the rain and cold to help me move the tree. Thank you, Lucy, for feeding me and giving me your plumber's number. Thanks, Brenda, for giving me a ride.