Getting sick of being sick, but there it is. Waiting for the dozens* of medications to start working.
An Old Broad set tomorrow, and Monday should see the resumption of the usual.
I hope.
*slight exaggeration
Personal stuff
Getting sick of being sick, but there it is. Waiting for the dozens* of medications to start working.
An Old Broad set tomorrow, and Monday should see the resumption of the usual.
I hope.
*slight exaggeration
Still too sick to beg properly. But hey:
…who sez: “Daddy needs to feed me and get me warm.”
I haz it. Sore throat, occasional rasping (yet “productive”, as doctors put it). Light-headed, no energy.
And I got it from New Wife. Who works in the petri-dish environment known as “preschool”.
Posting may be light tomorrow. Please bear with me.
Brief explanation of the above: I will not let another breakfast gin touch my lips until the fundraising goal is achieved. You have no idea of the sacrifice involved.
Phew. Turns out the problem with the Tiguan’s engine was not serious — just needed new plugs and coil, so less than $400. Had the brake fluid replaced and an oil change while it was there, so I picked it up on Saturday morning and it runs like a sewing machine again.
Question: is it reasonable for spark plugs to last ~100,000 miles? (They were the premium-priced ones I had installed right after I bought the car back in 2016.)
Of course, they tried to build the ticket by suggesting that my rear brakes were getting thin — but I pointed out that a) the car passed state inspection only three weeks ago, and b) I drive like an old lady anyway, never braking hard unless an emergency looms.
True story: Some years ago (don’t remember which car it was), the first time I ever braked hard and the ABS kicked in, I thought my brakes had broken so I took off to the dealer quickly. When I explained the situation the mechanic looked at me like I was from another planet and said: “You’ve owned this car for over ten years, driven it every day, and you’ve never had to use the ABS?” I hadn’t. Didn’t even know what ABS stood for — some kind of magic, I guess.