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.