Breakfast was the Waffle House. Ham and cheese omelet with a side order of bacon and an extra order of toast. The most fun part of eating at Waffle House is the people watching you get to do. That place always has some characters hanging about. It reminds me of the truck stops when I was long haul truck driver. I ate and then buried my face in a newspaper. A thoroughly lazy Sunday morning. Rachel, my ex-wife, would have loved this morning's meal.
I came home to a message on my answering machine. It was Rosa and her car. She was sounding desperate. She doesn't have the money for a garage to do it.
"I'll be over this afternoon," I told her after calling her back.
"Thank you! I love you!" she replied excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah," I said after hanging up the phone.
So it seems my afternoon will be spent getting greasy and feeling cold. So much for my lazy Sunday.