Okay. I don't have a lot to say really. This is all a brave new world for me, and I don't know who "me" is.
In my shock and dismay over my car fiasco, I spent yesterday mostly sleeping and reading Michael Connolly's The Poet for escape. Jay was particularly sweet in trying to cheer me, taking me to the local Farmer's Market and out to lunch at his favorite diner, George's in Carmel, NY. I am not sure I am "cheer-up-able" at this point, but I loved him for trying.
As I mentioned, the engine and basic body are a fine as 'twas a tree that stopped the car.
So here's the front yard and the house.
This is the street.