It did not pour rain today, neither did the sun come out. It is still quite unseasonably cold which was a boon when our food was in a cooler on the porch but seems cruel now.
Tanja walked three miles today, napped with powerful focus, worked in the kitchen, enjoyed a conversation with an old friend and went to bed depleted.
I dropped the car off at Precision this a.m. I told the tech there, Treasure, that I thought we had a fuel leak.
“What makes you think that?” he said in his powerfully neutral tone.
“That could be a fuel leak,” he said. “We’ll look.”
“The car smells like fuel and it didn’t used to smell that way.”
“That could be a fuel leak,” Treasure said.
“Also, I left the lights on and the battery went dead. I jumped it and then two days later I was listening to the radio for fifteen minutes and it went dead again.”
“Your alternator is not designed to charge a battery. It is designed to run the engine, power your computers, run the radio and other accessories and then send a small portion of its energy to the battery. If you ran the battery dead by leaving the lights on, as you tell me you did, it would take six to eight hours of highway speed operation to fully recharge that battery, assuming it is in peak condition. How old is your battery?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’ll look at it. Sometimes we can pull a date. Sometimes we can’t. If it’s not old or damaged we’ll put it on our charger. But our charger won’t tell us your battery’s reserve capacity. No charger can do that.”
“Ok.”
“You’ll have to monitor that situation. But just be aware it will lose its charge quicker than the alternator can replenish it.”
That feels like a metaphor for something.
Meanwhile, I believe it’s finally time for this:
Tanja power 