Why I Was Late for Work Tuesday

The good thing about living in the country is that you don't have to resort to tired old excuses like, "The dog ate my homework." There's always a piece of farm machinery or some sort of beast, domesticated or otherwise to get in front of your car. When I first came down the road, he (or she) was standing in my lane facing the car with an expression that pretty much spoke of immovability. So I stopped and started digging around in my purse for my phone so I could take a picture. (Why does this sentence make sense.) Unfortunately, the phone was turned off so by the time I found it, the calf had decided to come get a better look at me. He (or she) was beginning to get a sort of competitive look in his (or her) eye, so I got the best shot I could and left.

I'm about to go to the eye doctor to have a test on my right eye to see why it still isn't behaving the way they would like it to behave. Prayers would be appreciated.

AMDG