I was supposed to pick up the grandsons today but when I tried to start my car it went R-R-R-R-R and the indicator lights flashed but the car wouldn't start. I called DH to go pick up the kids and was informed by his receptionist that he was out of the office, at a client's. I called the kids' mother, DD#2, to ask her to call The Eight Year Old's school and tell them I'd be late picking him up and to call The 13 Year Old to tell him to catch the bus home. My call went straight to voice mail. I could walk to the younger grandson's school but I would be late so I jogged over to DD#2's work which is 2 blocks from my house and told her she needed to either call the school or take time to go get the kids herself. She was able to leave work for the 20 minute chore and I came home to call BCAA. The tow truck came out and started my car and I spent the next 15 minutes in the driver's seat, with the engine running, knitting my socks. I can't blame this on DH as I was the last one to drive the car. I hope my lovely, little car doesn't need a new battery already.