Yesterday, I was at a rural cemetery somewhere near Madison. I saw a gravestone of a lamb. It had been toppled over. So, I moved it back to the correct position and took time to remove the weeds that had overgrown the flat part. I removed grass clippings from the engraving to realize that this young man lived a mere 4 years, nearly a century ago (1914-1918).
An hour ago, I realized that my AC was not working. I started to panic about the cost of repairs. I took my back up batteries for my GPS out of my bag and put them in my thermostat hoping it was that simple. It was and everything is fine.
I think that Master Norman Prehn just said “thank you.”
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