trials

Well, I will think of it as a positive thing: if the hood hinge of my car had not broken this afternoon, underground in the hot parking garage of the Atlantic Terminal market, it would have broken on the way to Vermont, or the day before I was due to travel, or while I was there. So I must look at it as a blessing, otherwise I would lose my mind. The hinge enabled the hood to close completely and securely, and it simply snapped. So the hood (or bonnet, as the British say) does not shut and I had to leave the car at the shop (which was closed) with the hood taped shut.