The challenging thing about driving home last night was keeping my foot out of it. After a month of having my wings clipped, it felt sooo good to have some muscle again. But driving like a seventeen year old boy is what got me into this mess, so I’d best behave. Until it’s paid off, at least.

I saw the old intercooler; the part I had blown out was made of plastic, so there was no putting it back together. Waiting for the aftermarket (and metal!) part was well worth it; there will be no blowing out of this one. Something else will fail first. I asked my mechanic what the next weakest spot is, and he thinks it’s probably the transmission. Getting those gauges will let me keep an eye on that too.

So with mobility back, I’m getting the hell out of Dodge tonight. One deer season’s open and the other one opens tomorrow. I’d rather not hunt alone this time, since I’m alone all the stinkin’ time lately, so I’m going to wait until four this afternoon to pick my spot. See, there’s a fire up where Eric’s working, so he might have the weekend off, and if so, we’ll go together. If not, I’ll head for my friends the bear hunters. I know where they’re camped and I’m always welcome to join them. If I don’t feel like bear hunting (yeah, like that’ll happen; bear hunting’s FUN) at least I’ll have company in camp at night.

A half day of work and then some frantic food shopping and packing, and I’m out of here, off to find my peace. See ya!