I hopped in my car last night to go get some chinese food for our quiet little new year’s eve. We had movies and the first season of Spartacus to keep us company until the ball dropped and it was a new year.
I turned the key in the ignition….
No little sputters.
Just my car radio reading “ERR” and then flickering off.
My battery was dead. Past dead. Kaput.
Which… in all actuality… was kind of good news.
It meant that when I said I wasn’t going to work over the holiday break, that I kept my promise.
It meant that my car had not been driven for 5 days.
I wasn’t driving all across the state. I wasn’t in meetings. I wasn’t commuting to Des Moines for a day in my cubical.
Instead, that dead battery means days full of time with my husband and family, days when we were home instead of out and about in the crazy rush of the season. Nights of carpooling with my brother-in-law to dinner with the rest of the family. I was baking and playing Guild Wars 2 and singing Christmas carols very loudly.
Now, I should have probably gone and started my car a few times. We have a bit of a headache on our hands today, because it is not taking a charge and needs to be replaced. But I’m going to look at the bright side.
I was home, recharging my batteries while my car’s was draining.