We skipped a light fandango,
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
(Whiter Shade of Pale/Procol Harum)
Wow, since I created this blog a few months ago I don't think I've ever gone three days without writing or posting something, but here we are never the less, Saturday morning, and my last post was on Tuesday. Not posting 'twas not my intention, but something things come up and you simply have to adjust. How's that for a cryptic explanation? Actually, "Skipping a light fandango" is a derivative from the first line of the song "Lighter Shade of Pale" by Procol Harum, a song with very cryptic lyrics (do a Google search for the song lyrics and the first response is a posting where someone asks what they lyrics mean).
Anyway, I'm back. Let's see, what's going on?
Well, while cleaning my car on Tuesday, I unplugged my satellite radio receiver and the power adapter promptly fell apart. To make a long story short, the radio doesn't work, even with a replacement power adapter, but I narrowed the problem down to the fact that the power outlets in my car are not working (but the satellite radio does). I checked the main fuse block and the fuse identified for the outlets (my car has three of them...two up front, one in the back) appears fine, so that's not the problem. I did a quick Google search yesterday and I have two leads to purse: first, while the owner's manual says that fuse 19 is for the outlets, it may in fact be fuse 20 & second, there may be something of a main bus fuse in the engine compartment that I need to check. Regardless, I will get it figured out before too long. I love a challenge (as long as it doesn't involve plumbing).
On the physical front, I tried to eat lighter normal during this trip, in hopes that it would help me not get sick, which is an all too common occurrence during many of my trips. For the most part that strategy worked, as I didn't suffer from anything really bad, at least until the drive home yesterday. Let's just say that I had some stomach cramps, but I also had a much bigger breakfast than normal as well on Friday morning. Lesson learned I think. It's disturbing when I think about it: the older I get, less I can seem to eat. I thought adults were supposed to have all the fun?
Speaking of fun, the last three days were very productive. I solved a few problems, got to see a few very interesting things, and I learned that even old Scottish dogs like to play every once in a while.
As for today, I have a lot of cleaning to do. I also have to take Becca out to get a pair of jeans and maybe a cover for the Blackberry Pearl I bought her (I got it used and it as a few scratches, so I thought we could get a cover for it). All things considered, I expect a very productive day.