The picture says it all. (Well, that and I love the saddle--it's gorgeous!)

Around midnight Friday, my internet suddenly gave a little hiccup and went kaput...about 30 minutes later, so did my digital phone service. Took me most of the day Saturday to contact repair---20 minute wait time on average just to reach them. Didn't get through until Saturday night. So, the repair man got here around 11:30 or so, I think, Sunday afternoon. He apologized for being late--but for once, I was grateful.

You see, stupido here, took out her bin bags to the dumpster out back--but accidentally knocked the front door downstairs closed...and didn't bother to check if it was locked on the inside...so, I got locked out--in -12 C weather--with only a tee shirt and a light jacket on, from the waist up--thankfully my jeans were thick enough to ward off the cold from my legs---but still...not a good prospect--and, I only had a quarter in my jacket pocket--it costs 50 cents to make a call from a pay phone.

Anyway--I got lucky, and ran across another tenant exiting the building--with his mobile in his hand--and, luckier still, he just happened to have the landlord's cell number on his phone. So, the landlord would be up--but he didn't have his car with him. He wasn't happy. But hey, he's the one who reufuses to leave spare keys with someone local, in the event of an emergency (the landlord lives out of town). At any rate, I walked down to the little store four blocks away, and sat for a bit. They weren't happy about me loitering, but I went to the manager and explained my situation, and she was very understanding, thankfully. An hour later, the landlord shows up in his nice warm Mercedes, and gives me a lift back to the building. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't rude or anything, either. He even refused my offer of reimbusement for his gas...which is lucky, as I bet those posh cars are real petrol guzzlers. Give me a little ol' Ford Ranger, anyday, when it comes to saving on petrol.