I made very scant progress today. I sacrificed the hours on the altar of the innocent feline; a shuttle run to a faroff vet for cats not even mine. Although I guess they are, in the most technical sense, community property.

I did use the truck to perform the shuttling though, and while I said that it was because it might be the most reliable vehicle on the property, it was, between you me and the Divinity, mostly because it’s the vehicle that is infatuating me right now.

It hasn’t even been to the vet itself yet, and the tiny things that need fixing continue to pile up.

This is a spill, and because of that it is composed of minutiae.

Even the truck in and of itself isn’t that important.

It’s a pretty tool, being groomed to play its important part in a broader greater mission.

Until the fuel cap and the power steering pump are replaced, until a few scattered electrical issues are addressed, and most centrally until there is enough roof on it to accommodate a big fine human bed that can be parked almost anywhere under southwestern stars, it’s just another commuter bus for medical transport of the furry and underprivileged.

In which group I must grudgingly include myself; mee out; prowwwl now?