Neanderpundit

Ceiling fan, and just me and the mutt. Who steals blankets. I wake up naked and freezing, dog wrapped in a bundle like a mutt-turban. Fling the dog off the bed and straighten out the blankets for the next round. Makes me wish the wife were home again, to slip next to when the temp drops, maybe generate a little of our own heat. Come home to me, love of my life, i miss you like crazy.

Truck was tuned to the old, nearly dead spark plugs, so the computer had overcompensated for a long time. Therefore, the mix was lean and tight, and the first road day after the tuneup, I got 27 miles per gallon.

Now, it’s not good for a vehicle to run that lean (and hence hot) but it was amusing how much you can squeeze out of an 8. And I pushed the bugger, too. Back to the usual 17-18 today.