At 5:00 a.m. Monday morning I jumped in my jeep and started back to Batesville. Twenty or thirty minutes later, my jeep’s engine over heated and oil pressure dropped. I was stuck on the side of the road in the freezing temperatures while waiting for Kathryn to come pick me up. By the time she got to me, all ten of my toes were aching horribly from the cold. Shilo seemed fine. When we got back to Kathryn’s I crawled back into bed until 8:00. Then I found and called a mechanic. Around 8:15 the tow truck driver called me for specifics about where my jeep was located. I spent the next eight hours worrying about whether or not my jeep was going to be fixable and if so, how much it would cost. Around 4:00, I finally called to see what was going on. The mechanic said my jeep had just arrived not ten minutes ago. Why it took the tow truck eight hours to retrieve my jeep, I have no idea. But at that point I was told I would have to wait until the morning to hear anything. So now it’s the morning and I haven’t heard anything yet. I called my boss yesterday and today I’m working on a couple of articles for the magazine. Of course I wasn’t expecting to be in Memphis this long so my phone’s battery is just about dead and I didn’t pack a charger. I turn it on every hour or so to check for voicemail. So far, I’ve heard nothing. So I’m working and waiting and worrying. The three Ws. The good news is, my week can really only get better from this point.