Okay Lumo. In the midst of all this high-concept talk and meditating toward the transcendental, I have a spot of car trouble to address. Just a dead battery, my own fault, I left a car door ajar overnight. In a perfect world where the creative monetization was flowing juicily, I know what I’d buy for a fix. A jump box, with favorable prejudice toward the Viking brand and something that offered 1000+ amps of cranking power. Some of these boxes are usefully multi-functional in a boondocking context, able to inflate tires, charge phones and camera batteries … they’re small back-ups for power banks like a Jackery.

On the other hand … in the old days we used to have things like a plain old trickle-charge battery charger that plugged in a wall socket. If that still exists as an alternative solution, I’ve got to imagine that it would be way cheaper than the new kind, for now, here at home in the present situation. Advise me.

And thus it comes to pass that Sunday’s walk will be up to O’reilly Auto Parts, hoping to spend no more than 40 bucks on a “Battery Tender Junior” or “Schumacher Maintainer” or something of the kind. This tool will, in the coming week, recharge not only the recently drained Wagon, but the earlier drained Pickup, and … serve to keep the for-sale Van up and running at all times for the pleasure of prospective buyers.

Now breathe my son.