Yesterday we finally brought the truck to Berkshire Transmissions. The owner, Mark, made time to look at the ailing part. Turns out Mark is something of a local auto repair legend. His shop is a mechanic’s cathedral, and I’m not kidding.

He gave us a couple of options and offered to do a repair today if we brought the truck in early. Unfortunately, I got very sick around 5 am and wasn’t nearly well enough to drive, safely or otherwise.

I made a big mistake last night and consumed several chocolate desserts: cupcakes and an ice cream bar. Horrible, horrible endless pain. Nothing worked, not vinegar, Tums, ginger, ice, Pepto. I stayed in bed belching and breaking wind and sleeping until ten of three. Faithful, concerned Jett stayed with me for a while, didn’t even go out until 9:30. Ron did a small grocery run before the news.

We’ll leave the truck at Berkshire Transmissions on Monday.

Meanwhile, had a nice text conversation yesterday with Peter about music influences. We got several errands done which was good because today was a wash. Checked in very briefly with Remedy, sounds like the app is behaving.