You may have guessed from the title of this post that it was about the wanna-be Grover Cleveland’s last week on the campaign trail — from the Spotify listening party to the long-winded, off-puttingly weird tribute to golfer Arnold Palmer and his penis.
But no, actually, it’s about this:
I suppose the good news is that the front axle of the Yaris is not cracked. I removed and reattached the crooked wheel, then drove a terrifying 2.6 creaky miles to our mechanic’s place. He offered only condolences and a long-shot possibility of repair that exceeded the Blue Book value of the car.
Sigh. It was a good little car that served me well for more than 16 years.
Anyway, because I work overnight and have spent most of yesterday and today dealing with this instead of sleeping, this blog has been woefully neglected.
Consider this an open thread and a promise to return to more semi-regular posting here once I’ve gotten a nap. Or two.
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