Weatherlight-1 is down.
I have had the car for three weeks, and on Thursday evening, coming home, it crapped out on me just before I got on the 10 freeway. Most probably it is a fuel pump issue (I have had those before, and kind of know what they feel like). Still, this does not fill me with confidence that I have made good decisions.
To the contrary, really.
It’s a shame. I have actually been enjoying the drive back and forth, as much as is possible, without the stress of damage to my beloved, ancient Mercedes. It has been a sort of stress free “me time,” where I can listen to the news, or talk to people. The removal of the fear of “reliability” was a big deal, and that just got subtracted.
I’ve been making all of this effort to commute to a place where administration doesn’t really think too highly of me, and the students aren’t that concerned with graduating. My c0-teacher didn’t come in on Thursday because they were sick with a cold.
I am beginning to question my life choices, in real depth. Ranging from the choice of buying Weatherlight-1, to my continued choice of career, to what the @#$% I might be thinking from moment to moment.