Stephanie Cake

So I'm on my way down to Rockville to G Street Fabrics to get more chiffon to finish the dance costume commission I'm working on when the Toyota dies. No warning. Connor and I had gone to Taco Bell and had just hit 695. I was in the middle lane and I noticed a funky little clickety-whining noise when I let off the gas pedal and the next thing I knew all my warning lights were on and the car was no longer running.

Thank god I was able to coast over to the shoulder safely and didn't spend any time blocking a lane. Traffic was a bitch but I got an opening at just the right time. And thank goodness I was just between Randallstown and Security and not in Rockville or on the Capital Beltway. And praise the lord that I'm off work this coming week.

As irritated as I am about it, I needed to have the brakes checked anyway. And the tow truck driver said he thinks it may be radiator related because he said there was antifreeze under the car. That the noise could have been antifreeze on a belt. My first thought was that it had run out of oil (despite the fact that I checked it on my way back from PP the other day) and the engine had locked up. So maybe its nothing as horrible as that.

Today was a practice in patience and stress management. Time and time again I prove to myself that I can get by without freaking out. And life will go on. And everything will be ok. Its a shame that I won't remember that feeling of relief next time.