No PJ Sunday

So I'm lying in bed watching CBS Sunday Morning (my Sunday ritual) hoping my neck will start feeling better, when my older son calls me to tell me that his car died. I get dressed, drive around the corner-fortunately he was not far away- and start trying to figure out what it wrong with it.

To make a long story short, after a couple of hours of testing the battery, looking at the alternator, jiggling wires, -all with the help of my buddy Brian- we found the culprit. We were just about to give up when he happened to touch a screw connected to a black box on the interior of the body. After we took it apart we found a scorched wire which we were able to fix fairly quickly.

While we were still on the "high" of a successful car repair, we decided to change the fuel filter on my Honda. Then, of course, I figured I might as well sweep out the garage. That led to having a couple of beers and a cigar on the back deck.

Upside? I didn't have to change the battery or alternator on the Volvo, completed a necessary repair on the Honda, swept out the garage, had beers and a cigar with a good friend.

Downside? I had planned on serving my inner nature and staying in my PJ's all day and watching golf on TV.

Now finally, I am in my PJ's ready to eat some tacos and watch a movie with family. Wait.....What?.....the vacuum cleaners broken?

Screw it, start the movie. M