The day was going smoothly.
I enjoyed the monthly b'fast with Josh W., a former student who now pastors a church in Glendale. It's nice to talk shop, but also any other topic that comes up. The Sunday fog hadn't completely lifted (we don't usually meet on Mondays) but it was still good.
I spent the rest of the morning doing nothing of significance. I read some of my current Grisham novel, putzed a little out in the garage on both cars, worked on some music for church, and watched yesterday's F1 race in Monza that I'd recorded. Hamilton won easily.
Shortly after lunch I backed Louise out of the garage and went to the gym. I've lost a lot of ground on the fitness front because of the summer's heart issues and the road back is going to be slow and challenging. But I'm determined to regain the level I had before the trouble started and today I began in earnest. Worked hard for 45 minutes. Came out of the gym drenched in sweat and exhausted, to discover...
Louise wouldn't start. Dead battery.
I wasn't completely surprised. A couple of times over the last few months I've had to put the charger on it but I figured that was because it was just sitting while I worked on the engine. Now I know those times were omens of what happened this afternoon.
It only took 15 minutes on hold with AAA before a real person answered the phone and another hour for the guy in the van to show up. But the temp was just 100 today so it wasn't all that bad. It could have been hot.
I'll get a new battery tomorrow morning.
The two guys look impressed.
I won my fantasy football matchup, 99 to 51. My opponent for the weekend was Steve, and I almost felt bad about putting a beat-down on him. Almost.
The people are the best part. I especially enjoy getting to know the newer people. After they've come for two or three weeks we meet for coffee and conversation. (Sooner than that and it seems too much like stalking.) Doing that again this week.
Yep, I really like my job.
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