Yesterday’s errands–delivering one son and some furniture to the home of another–turned into more than a chore; I have sore muscles everywhere, and they were sore enough to make driving difficult even so soon as the ride home. It was after two before I was here, and I threw in the towel on the rest of the work, pushing it into today–which explains why I am so late getting here, as I had to finish the larger chunk of my Tuesday workload before I could start on today’s e-mail.

The truck is back; one of the brakelines had rotted through, but the other was fine, so hopefully it will no longer run through brake fluid.

I’m a bit fuzzy as to whether there’s anything else, so I’ll stop here and try to get through the rest of today before it’s too far into tomorrow.

–M. J. Young