I had a dream this morning but woke up when the phone rang at 11:30a. It was Jessica calling; she was outside my window, here to go with me to the Kentucky/Alabama football game. The game was fun but we ended up leaving early (during the third quarter) because it suddenly hit me that I hadn’t moved my car.

I have a K-lot parking permit and K-lot is by the football stadium. We had been told at the beginning of the year that if we failed to move our vehicles from K-lot before the Saturday of a football game, they would be towed because UK needs all the parking spaces it can get for football fans. Jessica wanted to go and I was obviously worried about my car, so we headed down to the parking lot to find my car was still there. I have a citation but it’s only for $15 instead of the $60-80 tow fee I was dreading.

I get one free pass for a parking citation but it says on that slip that it’s only for when you forget to hang up your permit. Looks like I’ll have to fork over the $15.

Jessica and I, upon discovering my car was where I had left it, decided to go out to Joseph-Beth’s, a local bookstore. I bought Drawing Down the Moon by Margot Adler and some Burt’s Bees lip balm. I have had this book recommended to me before and, after a cursory check, it looked like something worthwhile. So many of the Wiccan books I see are introductory things that include “magic” spelled as “magick,” sample spells and rituals, and other crap that I find hokey and am not interested in. (Not that I found magic or doing rituals hokey, but I much prefer to work my own and not follow someone else’s.) One of the comments on the back says, “This classic book is ‘the best and most comprehensive study of Neo-Paganism.’” Hopefully, it will prove an interesting read.

Traffic right after a college football game has ended is not a fun thing. I finally made it to Jessica’s dorm to drop her off after a grueling drive and then I tried to find an E-lot (which are open for students on the weekends) in which to park. I eventually found an opening in a parking garage over near Haggin. I’ll have to remember to move my baby back to K-lot sometime tomorrow, lest I get another citation or worse, I get towed.

Oh my God, talk about scary. I just got an email from my father saying, “He ran a wheel off his car late last night on the way home from a football game,” talking about my brother. I read on, not believing Dad meant “wheel” and not “tire,” but, sure enough, a wheel came off. Apparently, some guy who was driving behind my brother stopped and took him home. Later, my dad and brother came out and found the wheel, putting it back on the car. They drove it home and it seems fine except for a dented fender and a missing dust cover. Dad thinks it came off because my brother didn’t fully tighten the lug nuts after Dad changed the disc brake pads. If something like that happened to me, whew buddy, I’d be scared to death. Wow.

I don’t even know who won the game! It’ll be all over the campus newspapers on Monday, though.