As I was typing the last entry, the thought crossed my mind, often, that I was just asking for the Universe to bitch slap me across the room. Because, a truth universally acknowledged, when you are happy and say it aloud something rather drastic must go wrong.
In this case my car started smoking. Not the engine, just the Electronic Climate Control Unit.
*sighs* Not even 24 hours after I posted. The problem has been taken care of, of course, thanks to K's lovely mechanic. But still.
That's all for now, I have laundry to finish and packing to accomplish.
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