In which it’s just a few things.

I changed the template! (No doubt you’d already noticed.)

My nails look fantastic.

I had tacos for lunch.

Last night, in exchange for a ride home, I tried to troubleshoot Baby Girl’s wireless connection. I think the card in her laptop failed. She bought me a drink for my time and dropped me off at home. Yay!
The guy at Goodyear thinks the jeep’s problem is actually the PCM, and he’s ordering me a re-manufactured one. The part plus labor will run me somewhere between $300-400. I hope to God the guy’s right, because if the module doesn’t solve the fuel-delivery issue… well, I won’t be able to afford – for another month – another crack at the problem.

I’m supposed to be in the studio next week, either Tuesday or Wednesday, for about 12 hours of recording. Afterward I’ll crash in a tent, then drive the two-and-a-half hours back to Fairfield for work the next day. (Well, assuming I have a running jeep by then, that is. The guy running the recording project is one of those people who becomes overly controlling when he’s overwhelmed, so he gave me a lecture about how I had to let the shop know I must have the jeep ready by Monday afternoon latest. I said I’d get right on that.) A ten-hour day of recording sounds a lot like it’s gonna kinda suck, but it’s what one does to end up with an album.

In other news, this book is amazing. (If you love old pulp sci-fi, that is.)

It’s after five. Time for me to trod home.