As I drove my own car back over the Pali, I heard the distinct sound of a cylinder misfiring, which seemed to explain the strong gas smell that had been following me around for the last few days. So I've got to take it in again tomorrow or Friday. And there were lots of other convoluted predicaments I haven't bothered to mention, which all add up to a rough patch. Fortunately there's still a part of me that sees a sliver of humor, or at least adventure, in all this. But mom's having doubts about what all this means about the year to come.
School starts again next week.
In the interests of not taking another two years to finish, for the first time I'm taking a night class at the Outreach College, in addition to a regular Spring semester course. It'll be interesting. All thirteen outstanding credits from here on out are lower-division core courses, and shouldn't be terribly challenging.