It was just a few minutes before it was time to leave for Mass — today’s Ash Wednesday, you know! — when suddenly it hit me: I hadn’t drained the water out of the plant. I checked the Weather Channel quickly, and it said that the low was supposed to be around 30º F tonight, but it was still four degrees above freezing. So, I went to Mass, got my ashes, and then had to head over to the plant. It took me twelve minutes to get there, and twelve minutes to get back home, all to do a 2½ minute job. But if I hadn’t done it, I could have had a disaster in the morning.
So, did I have good luck in remembering it before it was too late, or bad luck, in not remembering it before I left for the day? At any rate, Mrs Pico told me to buy a Powerball ticket tonight; I’m certain that I’m now millions of dollars wealthier!