As I was driving in from the post office this afternoon, I stopped at my mailbox at the end of the drive. The new location where Landlord Fred put it is now a place where I can easily drive by and reach my mail, if I get back late enough in the day. Today it was late enough, but for some reason my mail carrier had stuck the one envelope so far back in the box that I had to lift my foot off the brake a little to reach it. So itís a good thing I thought to pull the emergency brake before I did that.
But thatís not what Iím here to talk about (although itís no less consequential than what I am here to talk about).
When I got to the garage, I was of two minds (as usual). I wanted to rip into the envelope Iíd picked up from the State of California, because it looked like a check. But I also wanted to reset the clock in my car, because I knew I wouldnít be driving anywhere before 1:00 am, when the time changes. I can never remember how to set that clock, so I reached into the glove box and pulled out the manual. After several false starts, I got the clock set for tomorrowís daylight saving extravaganza. Now I can sleep well tonight. Just for one hour less.