Not having heard back from my mechanic, walked to town to ask him what's up, turns out I hadn't heard from him because parts situation still a bit uncertain. Can probably be fixed on Monday.

After that went & got some 18 year old Talisker, Peretz & I are sipping some now in our smoking jackets toasting my long dead terrier of the same provenance. Pickles, meanwhile, already three sheets to the wind off that rotgut he hides under the couch, is playing golf in the next room, muttering to himself.