I was pretty sick last week; sick enough, in fact, that I actually took myself to a doctor to find out what was going on. My husband and kids were gone for a couple days, which was nice and peaceful, but meant I didn’t have a way of getting to the doctor’s office besides sucking it up and driving myself. This is yet another thing about living in a small town that I love: it doesn’t take more than fifteen minutes to get anywhere. So I packed a bucket on my passenger seat and made the drive in to see the doctor. Can you imagine if we lived in a big city? I might have actually had to USE the bucket.