This morning, despite my initially having more than enough time to get ready for work and keeping more-or-less on track, I suddenly found myself late for the bus. Which wouldn't ordinarily have been a problem, but I actually had to leave a few minutes early so I could hobble to the bus in time. So there was no way I was going to be able to run for it. A sprightly shuffle is the best I can manage for any distance right now, so....what to do?
Well, my dear, darling husband offered to drive me to work. Which was a great plan, until we got outside and realized there had been a heavy dew last night. And the windshield wipers on the van don't work. (Gotta do something about that before monsoon season!) And we were in a hurry. As I was trying not to panic, he whipped off his t-shirt, ignoring the chill fall morning air, and proceeded to wipe the windows down with it. Then, putting the cold, wet shirt back on, he drove me downtown with nary a complaint.
(Though he did make me promise I'd post the story. Gallant, yes. Modest, not so much!)