My battery died Thursday morning. I'm not sure how - there was no reason for it - the parking lights were left on (I have no recollection of this happening), and the battery drained. Unfortunately, Miata batteries, once drained, stay dead. I thought I had saved this one by judicious use of a trickle charger, but apparently, the battery bleeds power like a severed jugular vein, so no matter how much charge went in, as soon as the solar charger lost sunlight, the power seeped away, and viola! Dead as a doornail this morning.
Bob jumped (the car), and I have the charger, and I'm parked in sunlight, so I should be able to get to the dealership (because of course, no-one carries Miata batteries except the dealership) this afternoon - before doing the other stuff I needed to do today.
I am not pleased by this development, especially since a new battery had to be put in only a few months ago. Clearly, my subconscious hates me.
I am going to the post office later - there is one more box that still needs some stuff, so that will go out later in the week. So, everyone except Kass, if you were expecting something from me (and a couple who weren't), your packages are going out today.
I will get out of this bad mood soon, I suppose. I just don't want to be where I am, and I want to be working on other things. Work just gets in the way - except for when that tasty, tasty paycheck arrives.
Blech. Ciche, cliche, blahblahMonday, blah.