My Thirty Degree Birthday – Truck Hell
Fancy and Delta have a vet tomorrow about eight miles away from home. I need to bring Fancy home from the stable. Oh drat! It has started snowing and drizzling. I started the truck a few weeks ago. Surely it will start. No, my truck hates me in winter. It did not start. It made that clicking noise that sez, "Charge my Battery; I'm out of enough juice to start this big engine!" Damnation. I'll get the cables and charge the battery after Terry and I eat our late breakfast.…