I am not often a damsel in distress, but this morning I was.

Awoke @ 5:30am to visit the bathroom. The old bedroom door in this old, but lovely, house got stuck and would not open. Nobody here but me and the dog and she’s no help. So, I am stuck in a bedroom on the 2nd floor and can’t get out. I pull and tug until the door knob falls off.I manage to woogie the pins out of the door hinges but, still, the door is stuck and so am I.

Called my friend Lynda Jacobs and left a message. Luckily, in her sleep, she heard it and managed to call me back. She and her dog, Harley, came over and saved me. Phew. Plus, we had a great talk, which is something that always happens when Lynda shows up in my life. Still saving me after all these years. JS