nothing to see here. move along.


More fully, I'm back at the gym, three times a week; this is my second full week back. I rather expected to be back in the groove by now, but no such luck. This is what comes of taking a break from exercise, you see, you remember just how nice it can be to be slothful. Slothful is good. Slothful does not turn my face the colour of a brand new fire engine.

I have also had the car repaired (again). After a year of the battery going flat and me arguing with mechanics that yes, the battery is stuffed now but that's just a symptom caused by some mysterious other malfunction, please look for that, won't you?, I have discovered:

  • the alternator is not stuffed. it is charging fine.
  • likewise, the starter motor is not stuffed. it sometimes doesn't actually, you know, start the car but that's because the battery isn't delivering the requisite 12 volts
  • the light in the driver's door keyhole and ignition port are, thanks to a single hour's labour by the auto-electrician, no longer staying on when they should be turning off, and therefore are no longer flattening the battery insidiously while the car is off
  • and the problem that was flattening the battery after all these problems were dealt with/eliminated? Was a dodgy battery terminal. Cost of repair a measly $40. I am now seriously fond of the mechanics who found this rather than looking for enormous problems and being stumped when they couldn't find them, like previous mechanics.

Blogs added to my blogroll in the past couple of days: Alison Kent, Paul Guyot, James Lincoln Warren