Toutes les lumieres pleuvent

So I may be stuck in Manitoba.
Probably not.
But to to unforeseeable circumstances, our relic of a camper van won't start.
My mother assures me we HAVE to be home for tomorrow, because they have to work.

If we are not home tomorrow, my emotional state goes kaput like a lightbulb crushed under the foot of a nocturnal anger management patient.

Patience.