Under that Yellow Half Moon

January 23, 2026

Meant to have left for the beach, but once I got everything loaded, the car closed down one function after another. Wouldn’t go into gear. Wouldn’t budge. Called to have it towed to the Dealership, but the tow truck guy assumed correctly that the battery was at fault, and got me rolling. Went to AAA to have the battery of batteries checked, and all is well now. The car worked fine last night. Random and inexplicable incidents like this I take as the work of the Lord. I was going to be in a wreck on the highway. For some reason I need to be at the house tonight. Something.  I accuse God of abandonment practically every day except those on which some supernatural hand is so evident I must grudgingly– and without full knowledge– give thanks. The tow truck guy and the technician at AAA were handsome. The lady at the hotel must be sick of my changing reservations three times in an hour. 

Finished and edited Under That Yellow Half Moon, as I was probably meant to do.