And I said "oh boy, right, again."

My car ate another alternator.

I get to pick it up Monday morning.

A calm Saturday night

I'm sitting here eating spanakopita and drinking a perfectly serviceable Merlot, gleefully postponing writing any more square dance choreography. Dessert will be a pair of handmade caramels from my sister-in-law.

Afterwards, if I were a cat it would be nap time, but since I'm closer to human than to cat I may have to do the choreo.