I have one of those “Sproing!” 4 am moments when I wake up with a sudden “You forgot to do something…” thought nagging at me.
What is it? Why am I waking up with this vague sense of impending terror?
Eyes pop wide open in the dark. “You idiot! You didn’t plug in the car!”
Dear God, no! It’s 28 below, not even considering the wind, whistling around our eaves. And Mrs Piper needs the car for an early meeting.
Lie there wondering if by chance the car will start even if not plugged in. New battery and all, so maybe?
Lie there contemplating telling Mrs P that I omitted to carry out my manly duty of plugging in the car before bed, causing her to miss her meeting when said car does the sensible thing and says “I’m not working today, thanks! Social contract broken by you!”
Sick feeling that I know I have to drag myself out of my toasty warm bed and into the “seasonal weather” that is our lot.
Parka, boots, the works, just for a quick nip into the darkness and cold that squeezes your lungs on impact!
Find cord, covered in the snow drift. Clean crusted snow off outlet. Move quickly. Fumble, fumble, fumble with bare hands. (What did the weather guy say last night about how quickly “exposed flesh” would freeze? Why do they always use that ghoulish expression, delivered in the cheeriest manner?!?).
Outlet in the extension cord is very stiff from the cold. Plastic is hard as a rock, making it rough to plug in. Squeeze, wiggle, and push the damn plug, muttering “please” to the weather trolls.
Success! And the little LED in the cord head shows current!
Warm up, baby, before Mrs P needs you! Four hours is the usual amount of time for maximum effect from the block heater, so I should be good.
Drag myself back to toasty warm bed, bringing wave of coldness with me. Shiver, shiver, shiver.
Gaah! There are moments, Saskatchewan, when our love affair is at a stretching point …