Spent all day Saturday (mostly) rewriting a vision project for work.

Spent most of Sunday after church, cleaning the boat.

Went out on the lake Monday, when Scherie noticed the bilge pump wasn't working.
Actually, she asked me if the pump was working.
It wasn't a rhetorical question. It was prompted by the back of the boats floorboards getting wet.
I tend to get upset at times like that.
Insects had nested in the discharge hose and plugged it. I know that because when I huffed and I puffed and I blew the hose out, they went in the lake.

That evening, we met some friends for dinner. On the way I was hoping we wouldn't run out of things to talk about. Silly me. Norma's been a mother, wife and businesswoman as well as a Republican precinct delegate. Nate graduated college in the depression and joijned the Navy in time to be at Pearl Harbor. Then get out and run a business for over fifty years. I was entranced listening to him and honored when he asked my opinion.

Tuesday I drove Scherie's car to work, because there was a small puddle under my truck. I overheated in Toledo when I stopped at a light. No clue before that.  Blown head gasket.
Got it towed back from Toledo to my brother’s last night. I’ll get it back Saturday. Water pump blades eroded away.
Had a new radiator put in the Ranger today.
Driving a rental. All this being late for work stuff and a deadline of 9 am on a major work project tomorrow calls for late hours.

Good night.