"Happy Treason Day, Colonial Swine." (from a T-shirt with a Union Jack, via a friend's Facebook post)

Yesterday's blog post included a paragraph about liquid natural gas, which I wrote seems like an oxymoron. I mentioned that I'd learned in science class that matter exists in three forms: solid, liquid, gas.
(Good natured) friend and former student Sue sent me a message that there's a fourth form of matter: plasma.
OK, a couple of things to note. First, Sue is a home schooler which by definition puts her in the Nerd category. I'm pretty sure she can can recite from memory the European nations and their capitals during the 16th century and all the elements on the Periodic Table. (And tell you why it's called the Periodic Table when there are no periods on it.)
Secondly, I looked it up on Wikipedia, which is what us non-nerds do when we want to sound smart. I read that plasma doesn't exist on earth except through artificial means. Something about neon signs in there, but I didn't understand it. And the core of the sun, like anybody has ever been there to know what it's made of. (I'm holding out for BACON.)
So I'm sticking with what I learned in Mr. Anderson's 9th grade science class. The fact I got through it with a C- is irrelevant. I'm sure he said "solid, liquid, and gas." It may be the only test answer I got right. Nobody, including Sue, is going to mess with my head on that one.

I took Sally out on a short test drive this afternoon and advancing the timing made a big difference. No hesitation or missing at all. I may mess a bit more with the mixture and high speed setting but she hasn't run this well since I got her. The new carb was definitely the solution.

The problem is that having Sally running so well and knowing that all of the mechanical work is now up to snuff makes me want to get to work on the cosmetics, get started on the body work. Alas, that's the more expensive part of a restoration. And making improvements to MoHo is the higher priority.

I went for a run this afternoon and didn't have to dive into the woods.
(Don't ask.)

In an interesting coincidence I wrote that part at the top this morning about plasma and Sue I heard from her via Facebook Messenger this afternoon. Mike & Sue's daughter Baylee is on tour with a band (she's the drummer) and they are in Eugene for a gig tonight. I told Sue they were welcome to come pay us a visit on Baker Rd. and an hour later they were here.
They got the tour, including time with Sundae's three kids at 5 weeks old and Stella's kid at five days old. Here's a pic of them up in the kidding pen with Eclair and Blakeley who we're fostering to give Eclair some company while he's a bottle baby. That's Baylee on the left.

It was fun to have them here and hopefully it gave them something interesting to do for an hour or so as a break near the end of their tour grind.

This doesn't feel like the Fourth of July. It probably will soon when the idiot guy up the hill starts shooting off his very very loud homemade canon.
It feels like a Saturday, which means tomorrow we're supposed to go to church.

Cup of coffee and a brownie. Then to bed!