Sunny and a scary blue sky here. The high today is forecast at 83˚F, which will be marvelous, even though there's hardly a sign of green anywhere. But tomorrow's high is forecast at 69˚F, and Tuesday's high is forecast at a measly 52˚F.
Yesterday was consumed by hours and hours of car drama, that began with us driving out to Johnston and ended with me lying in the parking lot at Eastside Market staring under the Grand Voyager, stupefied at the universe's attempts to delay or entirely forestall this trip. When we finally got home about 5:30 or 6 p.m., I posted to Facebook, "In its level of car drama, this trip to Alabama has become comparable to one of those NASA launches where everything that can go wrong does and the countdown gets stopped every ten minutes. It's become sort of surreal." I do not feel like cataloging all the specific shit that's broken and been fixed and has yet to be fixed. But I will say that love the smell of new tires and the smell of places that sell tires. I've loved that smell since I was a little kid. Anyway, we have to have the car at the mechanic (a new mechanic) in the morning at 8 a.m. At this point, the odds are we'll be leaving Tuesday morning.
I think that I have to try and work on "In the Flat Field" today. I haven't written since the 12th. But I also have to pack.
I'm in the Dreamwidth queue, backing up the LJ again. I've made the decision to stay here and backup every few days. I just cannot force myself to contend with the shitty DW interface every day until I am left no other choice. And, right now, I still have a choice. I have enough stress at the moment without that. Staying may mean fewer readers, but whatever.
Last night, exhausted from the day's insanity and frustrations, we watched the new episode of RuPaul's Drag Race. This season is leaving me, for the most part, cold. What a listless, whiny bunch of queens. Only Farrah Moan and Eureka do anything at all for me. And I think Charlie Hides' refusal to even try during the lip sync competition was mostly a desperate act to escape all the squealing post-Millennial brats. Later, we watched the first two episodes of Season Two of Fortitude. I was surprised to see a second season, but it's off to a good start.
Oh, look. Tires.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,