Wait a minute, it's still February? Will the madness never end? What is this, the longest month of the year?
It arrived with high hopes and exalted expectations, but look at the wreckage now. If it's sticking around one more day to try to clean up its own mess, one can only laugh. It'll take at least a month. Let's just call it March and be done with it.
Today was pretty much the same as yesterday, including working myself into a gnarled hunchback. I did sneak in a study session with Suzanne, so it wasn't the same uninterrupted drudgery. I did get out of the house, at least.
Oh yeah, and I also dismantled my car.
I wanted to replace the malfunctioning turn blinker so badly that I tried to do it myself. I think I would have succeeded, too, if I'd had the right part. The 49-cent bulb I bought at Long's Drugs apparently isn't good enough for my Saturn. I know for sure it isn't complicated enough.
It looks like a regular bulb, with contacts on the end. The one I took out of the socket in the car has wires and prongs and a molded plastic assemblage that I haven't seen in any of the stores I've looked in. (Plus, it's now in two pieces, since I broke it trying to remove it "gently," per the instructions in the manual.) I guess a trip to the auto parts place is next.
At least I'm no worse off than I was before. It didn't work, and now it's not even there. It was kind of an adventure taking the headlight assembly apart, unscrewing different kinds of caps and covers, and disconnecting the electrical wires. I'm pretty sure I got everything back where it was (except the broken bulb, of course). It wasn't easy squeezing it all back together, but I did it without breaking anything (else).