Volpone
Zombie Hunter
In a bit of a funk today. A little bit Sisyphus. A little bit Charlie Brown. If I hustle, I can *just about* get my weekend chores done today. And then I have to do them again in 5 days. Still working on getting the sheds ready. And in getting the sheds ready I'm trashing the basement. Literally and figuratively. I'm lugging stuff down into the basement that will just eventually be thrown out when I have space in the trash can. All the vehicles have varying degrees of electrical problems. The Mustang has a short in the power driver's seat that keeps blowing the fuse. Gotta hunt that down. The motorcycle...well, I never get around to riding the motorcycle anymore, but it hasn't charged right since 2009 or so. Could be the stator, but it could just be that the wiring harness is so old that it has cracks in the insulation, corrosion, and "micro" shorts all over. I found a mechanic who I don't think is an idiot but haven't gotten around to dropping it off. Alternately, I could replace all the incandescent bulbs with LEDs and see if that helps. And the van...initially I'd give you even odds that the wire between the alternator to the gauge on the dash was the biggest problem, but the other day the battery tender (I've got one on the bike and one on the van) started showing an error. Turned out the tender was fine but the wires got partly dislodged from the battery. Problem is, apparently when I put them back on, I also caused a short somewhere else because now the battery shows needing a charge even if I disconnect the tender for more than a few seconds. So I've got to track that down...when I find the time. That's the theme: when I find the time. Days and months fly by but the year seems to be dragging. I feel like I've had this dog for at least 9 months (in a good way; we've got good routines and a decent rapport), but it's only been 6.
Stayed up too late last night. Drank too much. But woke up on time. Decided to sleep another 90 minutes but for a change I didn't actually fall back asleep. Just lazed around until The Cat decided it was time for me to get up. He makes this happen by knocking stuff off the nightstand until I have to take action and murder him. By then my adrenaline is going enough that the only reason to stay in bed anymore is to spite him.
Well, enough blathering. Got to try to get some stuff done.
Stayed up too late last night. Drank too much. But woke up on time. Decided to sleep another 90 minutes but for a change I didn't actually fall back asleep. Just lazed around until The Cat decided it was time for me to get up. He makes this happen by knocking stuff off the nightstand until I have to take action and murder him. By then my adrenaline is going enough that the only reason to stay in bed anymore is to spite him.
Well, enough blathering. Got to try to get some stuff done.