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mrrr.
Short version: Am alive. Am home. Have worked. Sleep now. Oooh. Food....
I haven't been to bed yet.
I had a fabulous time, and am VERY glad I went to see my Childe. :)
The drive home was punctuated with bouts of nearly-driving off the road, one viewing of a fish-tailing of a U-Haul trailer, and lots of rattling from my mis-alignment.
Speaking of my alignment... I went out to get some water while at my second job, and found the left front tire flat. No problem, I think, it had been low on the way into Texas, but I'd put air in and it seemed fine. I got out the Fix-A-Flat, read the directions, went in and got a jacket on, came out, and inspected the tire more. I suspect I was looking for, oh, say, a nail, or something.
What I found was a seven-inch long gash, where the treads had seperated. Bits of steel poked out, too.
The can of f-a-f was discarded for the novel concept of my donut.
According to Anne (the new girl at the PC) and Don (my boss), the mis-alignment is what caused the flat. Both are shocked that it didn't happen while I was driving. (It didn't! I would have noticed the damn thing going flat!)
Tomorrow, I get a new tire. And I've left a message for dad. He's to contact our mechanic and get his recommendation on where to go for the alignment.
I also have now been up for 36 hours. I shall sleep soon.
Love you.
I haven't been to bed yet.
I had a fabulous time, and am VERY glad I went to see my Childe. :)
The drive home was punctuated with bouts of nearly-driving off the road, one viewing of a fish-tailing of a U-Haul trailer, and lots of rattling from my mis-alignment.
Speaking of my alignment... I went out to get some water while at my second job, and found the left front tire flat. No problem, I think, it had been low on the way into Texas, but I'd put air in and it seemed fine. I got out the Fix-A-Flat, read the directions, went in and got a jacket on, came out, and inspected the tire more. I suspect I was looking for, oh, say, a nail, or something.
What I found was a seven-inch long gash, where the treads had seperated. Bits of steel poked out, too.
The can of f-a-f was discarded for the novel concept of my donut.
According to Anne (the new girl at the PC) and Don (my boss), the mis-alignment is what caused the flat. Both are shocked that it didn't happen while I was driving. (It didn't! I would have noticed the damn thing going flat!)
Tomorrow, I get a new tire. And I've left a message for dad. He's to contact our mechanic and get his recommendation on where to go for the alignment.
I also have now been up for 36 hours. I shall sleep soon.
Love you.