Today, I fought with General Zod™, and switched out the fuel filter.
He’s running a bit better now, but I still need to flush the engine and get an oil change.
I’d do the oil change myself, but I’d rather take it to that oil change place on St. Charles so that the oil will be disposed of properly.
And after a number of washings, my hands still smell like gasoline. It’s a bit annoying.
I’m going to wash my hands and then take a shower, only to turn in (relatively) early tonight in hopes of a good night of sleep.
Maybe a good cup of Mandarin Spice tea would be nice too.
Yeah. Sounds good to me.