Tuesday's not much better

Remember that old bumper sticker: "The torture never ends."

I went to pick up my van afer work, handed over my credit card, drove about 5 blocks, and did NOT like the way the front end felt, really rough and wobbly, so I turned around adn went back. "Are you guys sure there's nothing wrong with the front end of my van?" So the mechanic got in the van with me and drove it down the block, turned right, drove down the block, turned right, and came up the alley. "I'll take a look at it."

So there's some bad piece or other in it that they're going to replace free, but I don't have the van--they thought it was too dangerous to drive (so it's a good thing I went back!). I'm supposed to have started cat-sitting a cat today, and I have a doctor's appt. tomorrow, which normally I would just call and cancel, but this particular office is one of those that charges you for the visit if you don't give them a 24 hours' cancellation notice, so I've got to find a ride to work and a ride to and from the doctor's office (which isn't walkable, at least for me in my current physical shape).

Well, at least the Ts were thrilled to see me--they *both* jumped up and tried to give me kisses and Timber just threw himself into my arms when we came in from going potty. I expect Taenzer to be over here snuggling any moment now, as soon as she finishes digesting her dinner.

And they said they thought they'd have it finished by noon, so I can go do the cat as soon as I pick up the van. Poor Bella.

Oh, I almost forgot--the other night I heard an owl call somewhere in the neighborhood. I have no idea what kind of owl, but it was unmistakeable. It's a wonderful sound, deep, hollow but resonant like a wooden flute, and eerie. I keep hoping to hear it again.