Imbolc Waxing Bridgit Moon
Last day. We leave this morning, having already taken breakfast with the monks. At the table I learned that someone had noticed I left the dome light on in the truck. I know what happened. That damned seat belt. When we finished unpacking, exhausted from the drive, I parked the truck, slipped out of the seat and closed the door.
But. In an otherwise excellent vehicle, the seat belt does not retract all the time, sometimes staying elongated and falls to a point where it blocks the doors. Most often I would notice, but after the drive I must have been careless. Now the Tundra will require a jump.