They had come from father's house earlier, so naturally they had to talk about him and his current state of existence (a topic to which I pay little mind nor care to). I could write volumes on the subject, but why dredge the sludge.

It was good to visit with Ian. I just wish he could learn to leave work at work more. Once he gets onto a subject he talks as if he's presenting at a conference.

I spent the majority of the day doing chores about the property. Laying these huge yard tiles in the dog cage so the area can be hosed out. Mowing the grass. Transporting all the power tools (and we have an astronomically insane number of them) from the garage to the barn. Put all the hand tools away into the tool bin (no one EVER puts tools away in this house, it drives me insane, they just buy more). Basically dreg work.

I was rewarded by an assassination attempt being made on my car. And fate of fates, it was the same issue that led to my Mustang getting set fire to before (some people have such short memories). The truck battery had gone dead. Before I even got up, the Probe was moved and put into place to jump it (never mind that the truck is way larger and requires way more juice to power it).. hence when they try to jump start the truck off my car, it kills my car power and ends up starting smoke rising from the wires.

I of course freaked, because this same thing happened with the Mustang and led to a fire. And being the paranoid shit I am, I get overwhelmed with thoughts of the car blowing up as I am driving somewhere or it catching on fire as I am in an intersection, yada yada yada... so naturally I am just a bit frustrated that the issue occurred again without much forethought as to consequences again.

Needless to say, a mechanic was called to the house and the error was fixed on both vehicles.