Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Harris felt a sudden shock as he recognized what he was hearing. He put his head down on the table. "He's singing the blues."

"What do you mean?"

"That's what we call it on the grim world. The blues." Harris lifted his head to stare imploringly at Doc. "But, oh my God, on the bagpipe?"

That's the way it's done. What else could sound so soulful?"

-- from Doc Sidhe, by Aaron Allston (1995, Baen Books, Riversdale, NY; ISBN: 0-671-87662-7

Argh. Car is moved to a legal spot, but the last attempts to move it last night (or overnight lossage, I'm not sure) left it with insufficient battery power to test my almost-out-of-gas hypothesis. Need another jump, and still don't know for sure what else.

So I may or may not be making it to rehearsals this week, depending on how the rest of this afternoon goes.

1.5 V across a 12 V battery isn't a good sign.

But at least I found out why the truck that had been parked in front of me started up at 10:30 and didn't move until 12:20. (Bad compressor, takes a long time to build up enough pressure to work the brakes safely. The driver said usually 90 minutes, but longer today because of the chill.) I did get the car moved before Parking Enforcement came around.