The car is well again, hurrah! It was more than we’d expected, mainly because the part that needed replacing was not the part we thought needed to be replaced, but it was not as bad as it could have been. Or ought to have been, either, because HRH gets along famously with the mechanic, and so was not charged for labour. Let’s hear it for gregariousness. (Gregariousity?)
Slept acceptably well. Woke up in a slightly better mood. We shall see what the day brings.
HRH and the car are off at the garage, theoretically making everything better.
The humidity is already stifling, and the humidex is supposed to hit 42 Celsius today. There had better not be any obstacles to the car being fixed, because there’s a trip out to get ice cream in my future this afternoon, yes indeed, or else.
Luanna called last night and made me envy her all the more for studying groovy book stuff. I’ve never been so grateful to hear anyone say “Scholastic” and “Anansi Press” in such an excited voice. I miss that part of being in the book trade. My position is completely different now.
The only thing that comes close to receiving cool mail is sending cool mail out and hearing back that people are receiving it.
Oh: Liam has finally learned to wave. Now he waves at everything.