I've been swatted by a bug. Something has laid me low with a cough, congestion, and a general feeling of "blaahhh." I'm staving off boredom with a book called "Tamsin," written by Peter J. Beagle. It took a while to get started, but the last two-thirds were worthwhile. I read much of it today and finished it tonight.

Clifford is home. One alternator and several labor hours after I dropped him off at the Ford dealership, he has successfully consumed over half of my paycheck. Naughty ol' truck. It is still nice to have two vehicles (that operate) in the driveway. Now we need to get the Crown Vic fixed and loaned out. Right now it is blocking access to a relatively clear garage.