I was running late this morning. The combination of a cold morning and a snooze bar is not a good one.
As I sprang from the porch, bypassing my walkway entirely to cut through the yard, I collided with some of the mother’s holiday regalia. (I came home last night to find all sorts of Halloween decorations in place. It all looks rather festive, but in a mild kind of way so I’ll try to capture some photos this week.) I didn’t remember some of them in my haste this morning so I collided with a black 3-foot yard stake with little seasonal jinglies dangling from it that was stuck between the edge of the walkway and the rockline of the landscaping. Kind of like it jumped out and yelled, "BOO!" Hey, it was still dark.
Cute, but not so cute when it’s piercing your thigh. Luckily, it didn’t tear my slacks or even break the skin. It just left me with a small red welt. Painful little bugger though.
I limped along as fast as I could, watching for the bus all the while. But I’d also forgotten that the bus detoured last night thanks to a bubbling water line on the main drag. So as I rounded the corner, I wasn’t entirely sure that the bus would even pick me up because it would have to wind its way through a wicked maze of construction cones to do so.
I limped farther down the street relieved to see that the bus was indeed heading my way. I will have to pay special attention tomorrow though (unless I drive to the depot) as they may reroute the bus a block farther down to avoid the maze which would mean I’d need to leave a few minutes earlier. (Like that would happen.)
On the way through town, I saw that gas had dropped 29 cents from the lowest price I could find the other night (to $2.31 from $2.60). We’re going “down 270’ as we say tonight, and into St. Louis so I’m betting there will be even cheaper gas to be had there.