Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Lunch was pink going into the skillet; kind of orangey on the plate.
I am now out of paprika.

I finally got arround to applying the can of Fix-A-Flat to my tire. Will see how it holds up. And I got the new brake light in with only cosmetic damage to the recalcitrant lamp-holder. Alas, my transmission is doing some rather unnerving things.

Woke after too little sleep, dealt with the car, showered, thought I'd run errands in the afternoon before moving the car back to my side of the street (it's a street-cleaning day, and though I knew the street sweepers would not be out, I wasn't so sure about the ticket-writers); instead, I am falling over. Dunno whether I'll wake in time to go visit anyone this evening or not; will see. Not holding my breath. Still haven't bought groceries -- also a maybe-later.

Partial success getting the sesame seeds to stick to the outside of my lunch. That's something.

Crash now. Babble about transmission later. Odd unnerving things, which reveal previously hidden aspects of the implentation.