Ever have one of those days when you feel you’re in a rut, finishing last in the rat race? Get up, go to work, come home, do last night dishes, cook diner, laundry, don’t even mention cleaning. Tonight this woman I work with asked for a ride home because her husband needed her car. I agree and about half-way to Burlington (along Lakeshore) she ask if I’d mind dropping her at Appleby Arena because her kid’s hockey game is at six and she’ll get a ride home from Grandpa. Normally I don’t mind but my car really runs like shit, especially in stop and go traffic, but the nice guy that I am.. I agree.. again… For you Muskoka readers to better understand commuting in the big city, it’s less than 30 kms in distance and it took almost a FUCKING HOUR!!! The whole way home I’m thinking, what can I make for supper and I know there’s a sink full of dishes waiting for me, so I’ll put off doing my already over-due laundry until tomorrow because it’s also garbage night tonight and I’m already late getting home. I’m waiting to turn onto Appleby when this guy motions me to roll down the window to let me know my car is leaking. I get to the arena pop the hood and it looks like the (mostly water now) coolant is coming out the top of my overflow tank??? It’s full to the top and wet all around the plastic cap. You can really smell the Stop-Leak shit that poured in there last night. At this point I don’t fucking care so I continue driving home and luckily made it. I run up the back stairs because I drink water all day at work and was going to piss my pants. As soon as I come through the door I notice that John had done the dishes. I yelled out, “you’re the best” as I ran into the washroom. While I’m standing there taking a piss I notice that the kitchen counter was cleaned. I come out of the bathroom and thank John again. I was going to clean anyway so I grab the vacuum OMG!!! he’s vacuumed too. He is the sunshine of my life.