After discovering (with some relief) that the forecast freezing rain didn't hit our neck of the woods, I was obliged to take my car into the mechanic. Even after 4 years, I don't know where to go or who's the most honest (if any); but the mother of one of J's friends suggested a new place. Ironically the reason I took the car in (a pronounced "clanking" sound on Sunday) is the cheapest problem – expenses will be incurred by repairing a myriad of problems: tyre-rod rebalancing, something with the suspension, a desperately needed oil change, re-alignment. ARRRGGGHHHH!
And all this before I've even had a chance to begin today's chore: writing an article on research success among undergraduates at UC. And this, before C's band practice after school, hurriedly made soup for dinner, rushing off to my painting class.
(A view over frozen Lake Gibson, above, and of M with Jessie, below, walking along the boardwalk on said Lake [JH photos])
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