Stranded

Okay, so the car died. I am not happy about this, considering the fact that I needed to be at my new job an hour ago in Utah. Where am I, you ask? Wyoming. Cheyanne.
Pluses to this predicament:

• A cool bishop who took us in, who is letting us use his truck, sleep in his house, is feeding us, and is totally personable.
• Cheyanne is a small town. I really like it here. Who knows, I might come back.
• I am rather ill, and this is giving me much needed rest time.
• Reyna gets to help with the bishop's twin 4 month old boys.
• Mormons are everywhere.
• The tow truck guy only charged us $75 dollars for like, 15 miles. Way cool guy.

Yes, I am ready to go. But things could be a whole lot worse.