No car yet. I surprise-visited Ned on Monday with my aunt and the boys. He was glad to see me, he said, because the news was that the fuel pump thingy he tried didn't work and the car had been towed to another location for more experienced mechanics to have a look. It's Friday, right? And I met Ned back in February. So that's several weeks with a Dodge, mind you, not a rocket. Ned says he's losing money at this point. See, he knows he can't charge me anything more because what he thought was wrong in the first place wasn't. All $600 of it. Poor Ned. He thinks it might be a computer problem and was a smidge snappy when confirming that, yeah, duh, they could fix it.

I'm not the best candidate for being stuck in the house; I'll mimic the feeling in my head. So far so good with Eckhart Tolle's help. And going with the kids' flow. I've got a million projects I could be doing around here. Or a hyacinth to watch bloom.