It's a 1994. But I don't have a check engine light going off, so presumably it's not throwing any codes.

Are you sure the speedometer isn't completely mechanical? (If it is purely mechanical, it should connect to the transmission, right?)

Thankfully no one in my family except my parents ever needs money from me, and them I can just give it to rather than expecting repayment without it bothering me. (Though I do wish they would do more research/test runs of big purchases before I lay out the cash for them. Everything wheelchair-related that I've spent lots of $ on, they've ended up not using and going back to whatever old version they were using before.)

I'm pretty sure that this generation of civic is an electrical speedo. I think '91 (previous generation) was the last with a mechanical one.

I was in third grade when the Challenger exploded, and I was at my Aunt's house because it was a teacher conference day at school.

I'm pretty sure that this generation of civic is an electrical speedo. I think '91 (previous generation) was the last with a mechanical one.

Hmmm... maybe you could just get a GPS and use it as a speedometer? Or else attach a bicycle wheel to the back of your car, and then attach a bicycle speedometer to that? Or have a laser that shoots at the pavement, and measure the red-shift of the reflected light to determine your speed (like astronomers do to stars).

Hmmm... maybe you could just get a GPS and use it as a speedometer?

Maybe. Oh well, I can check the wiring and hope.

Today has the feel of a very Mondayish day. I know of at least three projects I may have to do, but I suspect all three of them are going to turn into oh never minds, after I spend several hours waiting to hear about them.

I am having such a Monday. First the pilot light was out on the hot water heater, then I forgot my security badge, which is a giant pain in the ass, then the coffee shop was out of the kind I like and I didn't have time to wait for them to brew more, then I got called out on a stat in a recently submitted proposal (which fortunately I was able to source to the guy who is the expert in that stuff, but still). What next?

Our neighbors are getting a new roof on their garage--which is closest to our bedroom windows. The nail guns started at 7 a.m. Which is great because it means I was awake when my sister called at 8.

Oh yeah, that. They tore down the house two doors away last fall and are now building a new building that has pretty much trashed sitting on the deck any day except Sunday, and when complete, will likely fuck with the view.

then the coffee shop was out of the kind I like

the comapny is cutting back on the coffee they are supplying to us. Hazelnut, my favorite, is going to be gone. I am stashing packets in my desk. I don't even drink their coffee everyday, but I am going to be very unhappy that their is free cofee available, but none I want.

I am having such a Monday.

I spilled my large DD iced coffee on the feet of two other customers. Thank god it was iced and not hot and they were totally nice about it and I was still in the store so I could get a new one right away but still...NOT a great way to start a Friday.

Now I have to call someone for a work related issue. I don't have phone fear at all usually but I NEVER have to make work-related calls and I'm really nervous about it!