Unexpected guests

Again, working from home provides all sorts of distractions. Today, besides getting the call from school to come pick up my sick child and planning for my mother's impending visit, I was distracted by a white truck pulling up in front of my house.

When I met the gentleman at the door, he said he was here to deal with the road kill.

(Wow. I didn't even know this town had such a service, did you?)

Side note: when I was a writing student, I had a list of story ideas, one that included a road-kill specialist.

When I explained to him that the turkey buzzard visitor of Monday had taken care of said road kill and I wasn't sure who had called him (although I thought it neat that he received the call). He looked a bit confused, looked up at our house number and smiled.

"I'm the only one in town who deals with this kind of situation. I'm glad to know I have back up."

And with that, with twinkle in his eye, he returned to his van and drove off.

This week is looking up. My second encounter with a road-kill specialist. How cool is that.

Here's my third encounter this week:

I'm definitely changing my night cream. Most definitely.