That Can't Be Good

Between the intense head-winds (gusts of 30mph) and my shuddering engine, my commute to Denton felt like driving an off-balance washing machine. In the early stages of caffeine withdrawal. I'll count myself lucky if I got five miles to the gallon on that trip.

And you know it's bad when not only does your "service engine soon" alarm light up, but anytime you try to accelerate from 60 to 65, it begins to flash insistently, clearly telling you that this is a Very Bad Idea. My normal slightly-less-than-one-hour commute today took nearly an hour and a half. Ugh.

Then again, it makes me only more glad of our activities this Saturday, to be detailed later in the "to be continued" portion of my Spring Break-Down. Drumroll, please.