A day in the life:

Beautiful day, sunny, warm.

I took the C4 out for a drive, had a high dollar lunch at Taco Bell.

Came home and a 1994 FSM on my door step.

That's when the fight started  er, things went downhill.

Noticed a drain pipe with a very small leak in the garage, what was it leaking on?? My freekin' cleaned up C2 differential which now has rust stripes on it.

So, I thought I'd do some sanding on the C2 door. I had nitrile gloves on and wondered why they felt wet inside, I somehow gashed the back of my hand and had a glove full of blood.

And when I turned around to pull the glove off, the C2 door fell off the table and on to the concrete.

I was scared chitless backing the C4 into the garage.

I'm on the couch for the remainder, don't want to walk around too much, I might run into a wall.