In which I am the plucky heroine of a Girl Scouts novel

The past twelve hours have been too cinematic not to write it down.

Last Night: 
I'm eating Chinese take out at home, watching a Korean period drama about zombies with a glass of wine while my brownies cool on the counter under their layer of Valentine's Day chocolate ganache.

A text message! My Dear Husbeast is at his gym, injured and unable to walk due to a twisted knee!  He needs a rescue - he can put no weight on his knee. 

I summon a ride, go there, meet his fencing coach, he helps me hobble the Husbeast to the car and we're driven home. The very kind driver also helps me get Husbeast over the icy road, into the house, and he heaves himself bodily up to the third floor while I open doors and assist.  Once in bed, with ice and water and painkillers, he's stable and fine and will be talking to a doctor in the morning. I do the dishes I was planning on leaving because there's nothing worse than being stuck at home when the house is filthy, and we agree to cancel our Valentine's Dinner out.

This morning:
Because Husbeast can't walk, I do some set up for him for the day, but he's mostly fine. 

I grab Chinese leftovers for lunch, head downstairs.

I pull my bike out, and do some minor maintenance I have put off for too long. Air in the tires, oil on the chain, and then wipe it clean. Ready to go!

Loyal Steed is perfect, but the roads are covered in black ice and the ride is very, very slow picking our way around it. I have to pop into the car lane a lot in places where the bike lane is blocked or just looks unsafe. (Thank god for the separated bus lane in some places!) While traffic is slow, some drivers are not mindful of safe distances and it's much more stressful than usual. 

I get to work, and head to the shower. I already know I'm going to be late, but hopefully not too late. 

BUT. My Chinese takeout has leaked from its container into my tote bag. The sauce is dripping out onto the floor through the bag -  a bunch of things are coated or soaked. 

Fortunately, I never put my clothes in the same bag as my lunch! My work outfit is safe.

So, I dump everything out from the tote, and stick the empty bag under the shower nozzle. Soon, it's clean, but the shower smells of takeout while I take my shower. I dry off and start to get my clothes on. 

BUT. My favorite bra has broken! The underwire is poking out of the seam, and it's going to be visible in this dress. Drat. I get dressed anyways, and head to my office.

At my cube, I hang my wet tote bag on a hook, grab my tiny emergency sewing kit, and realized, that the needles are lost.

BUT, I have my knitting kit, and that has a few sewing needles in it. I grab two and head to the bathroom.  Dress off, bra in hand, I stitch up the channel for the underwire and the bra is fixed, for now. I sit down at my desk, and start to get some work done, an hour late.

So, what have we learned, children?