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My first real meal of the day has had a tranquilizing effect. I'm settling down. Just an hour ago, I was not so serene.

I had the usual Tuesday at work. Not too bad. Still a little squirrelly. I had a light lunch in the middle of it and went to the post office afterwards. There I waited half an hour to buy stamps to mail the bills. Sigh. Annoying, but bearable. On the way home from there, the truck's fan belt goes out.

I manage to get the truck home before anything really hideous happens, but then I can't get the hood open to check anything. The hood will NOT open. No matter what I try. Grrr. I said, but after roughly 20 minutes sitting in the cold trying to make the hood switch work, I gave in and went in to call for help.

Help came! Two white knights. It took them three hours as opposed to the rest of my life it would have taken me. Yay for them!

And then I had to hurry to get to the auto supply to get oil before they closed. Didn't make it. Went to the gas station instead. They had some. This time, the hood opened, thank goodness. Went to pick up Mom at the airport and nearly ran smack the hell over two little grade school kids on a snowmobile who thought they had time to scoot across the road in front of me. They didn't. I nearly killed them. Scared me half to death. And they just sat there, grinning at me, as I went all over the place trying to stop on ice and not splatter those stupid grins all over the front of the truck! I was completely sideways in the road before I stopped, and by the time I got to the airport my nerves were just about shot.

Yesterday was invisible spaghetti.

We have student teachers amongst us at work. They're just there to observe, but it forces some of us to consider how odd some of the things we've gotten used to really are.

Just as an example, I had been called over at recess to purchase some invisible ice cream from the four year olds in their little playhouse. As is usually the case, I ended up walking around holding my invisible ice cream (strawberry and peanut butter flavor. with sprinkles)and making yummy noises while my entourage clambers to be the one to get to hand me a new invisible flavor. It's all very cute until you realize you're getting an odd look from a stranger who doesn't know about the invisible ice cream, who has no idea what you're doing, and is looking a little aghast at the spectacle of someone going 'nomnomnum' into the empty air over their own loosely-held fist.

"Invisible ice cream," I said.

"Ahhh," was the reply, and the expression was still concerned.

"New customer!" I yelled, pointing. The horde charged, and I made my getaway in the confusion.