Car's in

I've been listening to those brakes shriek for WAY TOO LONG. Today I have nowhere I need to be but work, for the first time in forever. Amazing how one's schedule clears up when one quits going to physical therapy! So TA-DAAA!, I took the car in.

It's in for brakes and... you guessed it, an alternator. :-) (My car eats alternators roughly once every year and a half. Every mechanic I see agrees that that's bad and then won't try to figure out why it's happening. I think they missed their calling as doctors.)

It's sixteen this year and healthier than I am. I'm supposed to get it back this evening.

Aw, timing!

Dang it! My MRI films are ready for me to pick them up, and I don't have a car. I will have to wait TWO WHOLE DAYS. (Unless the repair guys get me a loaner car in the next hour or two.)