Brakes and crashes

Today, I am home, instead of waking up at the tractor show in Virginia. Went out last night to load up the tractor and get the truck ready, and found that sometime in the last few months one of the brake lines on the truck failed. Fortunately, I had enough braking left that I didn't go through the barn wall or anything. In any case, the parts stores were all closed, so today, I get to do the brake lines on the truck and THEN load up and go to the show.

There's a crash coming in my life... I can see it. Mary wants us to be exclusive, at least in terms of sex, and Penny has once again stopped dating anyone else. She and I had a terrific weekend in New York last weekend, driving all over the place, meeting people, and having abundant and happy sex. I can feel a decision looming, and I don't necessarily like the idea of it yet. Sometime, but not yet.

Still no sign of the missing Felix, but Piper, Phil and Margaret are back inside and having an amusing time. Actually, Piper's having an amusing time... Phil and Margaret are hiding under the bed in the other room. I need to go re-socialize them, as I did with Piper. Hm.

Well, brake work calls to me now.