Hec, that sucks. I'm sorry.

FPC: I am irrationally angry and upset. I'm supposed to be down in Virginia Beach for the final air show of the season. I am at home sitting on my couch instead. Traffic sucked so badly it took me almost 2 hours to get home. It takes 4 hours to get down to VA Beach from here. DH has to be up at 5:30 for media and soldier rides. This was supposed to be a weekend to release a lot of stress and hang out with friends. Instead, my sister is on her way back home, and I'm alternating between weepy and super pissed.

Oh sweetie, that is very frustrating! What kind of plans do you want to make now?

Ooh, that sounds like an excellent plan.

I'm pretty pleased with it!

Timelies all!

Yay for good news, Maria!

Sorry about your bad week, Hec.

Smonster

I meant auto electrician. An auto guy who specializes in electrical systems, or a general mechanic who has the right electronic equipment (which would be cheaper than an electrical specialist). A home electrician could not do this. There is auto equipment that not only measures if a battery takes a charge but how much it takes and holds. All auto electrical specialists do and other mechanics can tell you on the phone if they can do that. Tell them specifically that that it is hybrid battery that still takes a charge but that you strongly suspect does not take a full charge. Explain that if so, you need documentation from them including an instrument reading that proves it. I suspect that while any good mechanic can diagnose the not taking a full charge not every mechanic will have the instruments where they can actually document a reading.

Cross post ping pong.

Maria - I hope you find something this weekend to relieve stress.

K-Bug and I just agreed to babysit the dojo kids tomorrow. I get the infant since K-Bug is on the tail end of a cold. Down side is that I will miss karate class.

Thanks for the commiseration, but I'll be okay. Better than being broken down in Bakersfield. Better than a lot of problems. At the very least Emmett is now old enough to BART to school when he has to.

There's a soccer game going on across the street at Kezar Stadium. There's Golden Ticket parking spaces behind the stadium where I can leave the car without it getting towed while we figure out what to do with it.

So when the game ends in the next 45 minutes, wish me some luck as I try to push the car into a safe zone.

I just need a bit of parking-ma and I can collapse.

Maria, I'm sorry about the airshow and I do hope you'll find another way to relax and blow off some steam.

Aw, Maria, I'm so sorry. Bad traffic is bad, bad traffic that makes you miss a break you truly need is the utter shits. I hope you get another chance at a vacation from the land of coping this weekend, even a brief one.

Hec is out attempting to move the car now. I can't even let myself think about what to do next about the car. It's a gift of the Buffistas' love; I want it to last forever and it's all kinds of stressful and guilt-inducing that I can't see how to make that happen.

In considerably better news, however, this evening Emmett got an excellent vintage fez and a swanky robe and a sapphire ring, all of which filled him with glee, although not as much as just hugging his sister.

I got the golden ticket parking spot through guile, strategy, intelligence gathering, patience and muscle.

Now the car will not be towed nor ticketed while we figure out what to do with it.

And I can collapse for a bit.