|I'm trying to be better with the Sunday photos. So, even though it's now Tuesday night (Wednesday morning, if I'm being honest), I'm posting it. I wanted to make sure this experience was documented anyway, and there is no picture to go with it.|
I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say I was ready to go to bed by 3:30 in the afternoon. Unfortunately, the day was just getting started.
I was just about to leave to teach my Institute class on campus when my accountant called to tell me that Joel's social security number had been used to file a fraudulent tax return. As I sat there on the phone with her, listening to her outline all the steps we were going to need to take to get our tax return filed on time and deal with the identity theft, I just wanted to cry. I just did not need one more thing to deal with!
I drove down to campus feeling completely defeated. It was raining, I was running late, and the building where Institute is held never has an open parking space. I'm always having to park two blocks away and I just couldn't deal with that at the moment.
And so I said a prayer, asking God to please just let me find an open space next to the building. It was a silly prayer, I know, maybe even a little bit selfish. I got to the building and drove around the parking lot and found that not only were there no open parking spaces, but about 8 cars had made up their own spaces. It looked like I was going to have to park somewhere else and I hadn't even grabbed my umbrella.