I was sitting in my car at the Ridgedale Byerly’s, double checking my list, when a man tapped on my window. I cracked the window open just so I could hear him ask for money. He said his car ran out of gas and he was trying to raise some money to buy gas. I shook my head and closed the window. I’m grateful my car is helpful in maintaining my policy of keeping all the doors locked all the time. Part of me felt bad to have turned him down. I could have given him money, but chose not to. I had a bad feeling about the situation and I honored that. The drizzle kept Avery and I housebound, with the exception of filling the bird feeders.