Neanderpundit

Having gotten it running and found most of the trouble spots, the van is toast. It has a leaking head gasket, which probably means warped head from running sans coolant. Too much more work to consider doing. Knowing where to stop is the operative issue here.

Thanks to those who were going to help. It speaks well to your character that you offered, and sometimes, that is enough.

and I’m sorry. I just have a link and forget it’s not on my sidebar, so please welcome Mrs Du Toit and visit her blog often.

She’s listed as the “other Half of Kim”, so their links can both be together. Amused me that alphabetically that gave her top billing, as it should be.

Spent a couple hours last night reading “Marley and Me”. Before losing consciousness, that is. Got about halfway through, should finish the balance at lunchtime.

Anyway, the idea of a dog named after Bob Marley must have gotten to me, because I dreampt all got-damned night.

I dreampt I was an entrepreneur who opened the very first McDonalds in Jamaica. I got some tourist trade, and that was IT. I was about to go under, and Bob Marley walked in. There was a field of jamaican stupidweed growing behind the building, so I started handing out rolling papers, Bob Marley sang in the parking lot, and everyone got high. Business boomed. I couldn’t keep hamburger in the place. Forget fries. By the end of the second week I was having to have the national guard airlift potatos in.

The upshot is, I have this jammed in my head. I’ll be humming it during mass. And I feel like I worked all night long and need to go back to bed.