Hermits have no peer pressure.

I delivered Pam to the airport at 5:30 this morning and she arrived safely in Michigan early afternoon their time. It's just Jack and me for the next ten days and we're both feelin' the hurt. He threw up in his kennel and I'm alone watching reruns of reruns. So pitiful.
Saturday night, two sports in their playoffs, and NO sports on TV. What???

I guess I don't see any remarkable difference in tonight's moon. Underwhelmed.

I got the front drums off the Rambler and the news is mixed. The bearings look fine and there's even plenty of wear left in the shoes. It certainly looks like a brake job was done not that many miles ago. Because he hasn't been driving the car more than once every few months it might be a 10 year old job, but it's recent in terms of mileage.
The person who did the work, however, shouldn't have. According to the shop manual the left front was assembled incorrectly and as a result one of the parts came loose. But that's better than the right front where the same piece is missing altogether. Fortunately it's readily available and cheap. I'm going to assume the wheel cylinders work properly, so I'll just take it apart, give it a good cleaning, and reinstall things with all the parts in their correct places.
And I'm choosing to believe the growing puddle of transmission fluid is because a rear seal is dried out and will renew itself once the car gets back on the road.

Diet Coke and chocolate cake from the pan.
Therapy.

I'm energized about tomorrow's sermon and bracing myself for what will be. In the kind of confluence of events that sometimes happens we have a passel of families out of town. Two families, including Josh and Aubri, are in Colorado for the competition. Another family is at Disneyland for the weekend. Add in visits to family in the midwest, sick kids who need to be kept home...
When this happens I wonder if God knows that, regardless of my opinion, the sermon sucks and his most gracious course is to have people elsewhere. What I do know is that those he wants there will be.

I'm going to send a letter to Allstate and thank them for insurance commercials that don't make me cringe. Geico went from stupid cavemen to an annoyingly smug lizard. I don't think that Progressive girl was ever engaging but she long ago jumped the shark. Allstate has a real human saying real things, and some of their ads cleverly play on his unique - and great - voice.

I've eaten too much cake and finished my Diet Coke. Saturday night means an early bedtime and this qualifies.