Car troubles

Arrgh... I was stranded in an empty parking lot tonight at 1am, waiting for a tow truck. The convertible has a new battery that I installed this morning, but when we came out of the cafe on Winchester, it was dead. I must've been running it down all day long... which makes me suspect the alternator. Sigh. patgreene was with me...

On top of this, the minivan is showing unmistakable signs of needing a new clutch. Plus an engine overhaul. And tires and brakes. After 8 years and 122,000 miles, it may be time to go shopping. Together, my two cars have 23 years and over a quarter million miles between them...

humbug...

Sigh. Pat's sinus infection and insomnia are bothering her... she's gone back to bed, after church. Our convertible is dead, the van is flaky and we're going to attempt to drive to the Dickens Christmas Fair this afternoon, courtesy of bdot's tickets. I have no idea if I'll see anyone familiar there, so I'm planning otherwise. Mixed as to whether I should attempt costuming... what if the car breaks down alongside 101? And no one else here wants to do so. I am singularly unmotivated to do *anything* today... let alone do a bad job of dress-up and then embarrass myself.