Today went pretty well. I did laundry. Then I got a call from the garage saying I could pick up Serenity b/c she was fixed. Turns out she had a bad fuel pump relay, which was replacable for a not too scary amount of money. I'd hoped to be able to talk to the guy at the garage so I could learn more about the whole process, but for some reason he and I were locked in some sort of Abbott & Costelloian alternate universe where instead of baseball we talked cars. ("So the fuel pump relay was bad?" "No, the fuel pump RELAY was bad." "...yes, the fuel pump relay, which you replaced." "No, we didn't replace the fuel pump, we replaced the fuel pump RELAY." "Right, the fuel pump relay." "No, the fuel pump RELAY." "O... kay.")
My suspicion is that it was a whole English not being his first language issue. Either that or he's born with some sort of hearing problem where, much like the Austrailian bartender in that Simpsons episode who can only hear the word "Beer" he cannot hear the word "Relay" unless he himself is speaking it. I hasten to add that this guy is not the owner of the shop, who I met yesterday, and who was much nicer about both asking me questions about my car and answering the ones that I had.
On the plus side it was nice enough out that I was able to walk to the garage to pick my baby up. I thought about stopping for groceries on the way back but - eh. Nothing was urgent.
So once home I was back in comfy clothes and settled down to enjoy the marathon of the first season of America's Next Top Model, which I'd never seen before and found to be utterly perfect TV for a relaxing day of nothingness. While watching I worked on my knitting, so I finished a project I've been working on for a while (which is a surprise for someone) and balled up some yarn and started working on a bag.
All that and it's not even 10pm yet. Nice!
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