...which in my case is in Cancer in the Third House. Start with playing tennis at 7:15, losing all three sets (as always), McDonald's for breakfast (bacon, egg and cheese biscuit), back to the house and work outside for four hours on *landscaping*, lie down on couch to read The New Yorker (this way yesterday, The Glorious Fourth), almost fall asleep, woken up by phone thank God, shower and drive to D's for dinner.
Stop at Snappy Mart to pick up beer, step outside, almighty clap of thunder and monsoon rain begins, get in car, reverse out of parking lot into petrol pump so driver's side mirror shifts 90 degrees, realize what have done, go back to parking space, attempt to move mirror from inside car, get wet, close window, sit for ten minutes wondering what damage have done to car body, attempt again to move mirror, successful but soaking wet, decide to drive home and pass on dinner invite.
Drive very slowly in pouring rain back up Little Walnut, rain stops, now driving on dry roads, change mind, drive to house where invited for dinner, eat wonderful dinner with four different items of food on plate at same time, extremely rare. Damage to car body minimal.
Drive home very slowly and go to bed immediately to prevent further mishaps.
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