Stupid Check Engine light

220 fiction words, 471 total words

I was driving home last night and my Check Engine light came on. Normally I would ignore it for a few days, see what happens. But I’m taking a trip  in a few days, and to continue on as I usually do seems negligent. So I have an appointment for early tomorrow to get it looked at. I dearly hope it’s a quick fix, but if it isn’t, I’ll be missing some time at the day job. Unfortunate, but I’m making this trip, and this car will be as safe as I can make it, damn it.

220 fiction words, 471 total words

I managed to write at our writing group thing! Not much, though, because there was much excitement in the return of a friend we hadn’t seen in more than a year. I stayed later so I could catch up with another friend, bought a few catch-up groceries, but still made it to bed in decent time.

Today will be more trip prep. Maybe some make-up time at the office for the time I’ll probably miss tomorrow (if my work load deems it appropriate). Some writing – hopefully more than minimal numbers.



SUV being towed onto a flatbed tow truck
SUV being towed onto a flatbed tow truck

You know what? I see that, and I’m not even bothered to fix it. This is a photo snapped yesterday of Spot being hauled up onto the tow truck. Technically not a photo of today. I shall blame the heat, also for the reversed nature of the photo. I don’t know why it’s like that, by the way. It looked right when I uploaded it, but not once it actually made it to the site. Oh well!

Peaches and Spot

347 total words, 0 hours editing

Yesterday was a thing.

About 3 pm I started feeling the start of a sick creeping up on me, which was about the same time I got the most amazing, tomato-based crab bisque for lunch.

On the way home from work, I’m driving but can feel my brakes pulling at my car. That’s not right, I think to myself. And when I stop to wait for traffic, there’s smoke. Especially not right. But there’s no good place to pull off, so I drove a little farther, trying to decide if the feeling has gone away or lessened somehow.

Yeah, no. It hadn’t. So I called the shop that just replaced the brakes and they were like, yeah, not right. And I called AAA to come pick Spot and I up because the amount of smoke from the brakes really was quite alarming. And I made another call to arrange a car for today until the shop is done with mine.

I got home two hours late. I didn’t push through the sick, just sort of languished in it, watched a little Minecraft, and went to bed early. I got 347 total words and nothing moved closer to publication unless you want to count the time I spent looking for (and finding) interesting stock images. In fact, I do want to count that.

At any rate, I’m here. Peaches is here (the car I borrowed). And I’m naming all cars after cats. And I’ve had a lot of cats, so I have lots of names to use.