I went to move the car to the other side of the street
for street-cleaning, and it would not start. I dashed off
a panicky message and then tried coasting it around the
corner so that the gas tank would be at a different angle
in case I had so little gas that gravity was working
against me. It still wasn't happy, bit on the third try
after that it did start and kept running until I got to
a gas station. I'd thought I had a safe quantity of gas
left because it was running okay when I parked it on
Saturday and I had 4-5 miles left based on my odometer and
my average fuel economy. So either it didn't like the cold,
and waiting until after street-cleaning parking-restriction
hours had started was enough for the weather to warm up a
tad, or my guess about fuel was right ... or something
utterly mysterious is going wrong that will bite me in the
arse sometime later. Anyhow, it felt okay on the way back
from the gas station. I'll be more careful about parking
in front of my house when it's running on fumes.
Perrine is in serious zoom-kitty mode right now. It's
a good thing cats mostly corner well, given the number of
obstacles to a proper zoom in my house. I wonder whether
I'll ever tire of watching her leap over stuff.
Now for a quick breakfast.