the Dalaverse

Well, I have some news to add to the continuing saga of my dead Cheese -- it might even, dare I hope, be the anticlimactic climax of the whole sordid tale. I finally summoned the will to call security. Cop met me out at my car, attempted to jump-start my car. It took awhile but finally the engire turn over and the Cheese was wooing me with its weird ashmatic purr once again. I was told to leave it running for at least twenty minutes to get the batter juiced; when I inquired how long that juice would last, he said it would probably die again the next time I turned it off, if the battery was truly shot. However, if it had just died because I'd left a light on or something, it would probably be okay. So I get back in the car and find that one of the two tiny lights, separate from the overhead light, is on. Now I don't know if I left it on Sunday night (which is something I can't recall, but it's entirely possible) or managed to do it since, but if it's the former, my car should be fine. If not, Monday morning after Soc I'll get somebody to jump it again and drive to the Sears in California (the tiny Maryland town, not the state *snerk*) for a new battery.

Sigh. At least I will be reimbursed by the folks for a battery, since this is most definitely Not My Fault. I'm going to trundle back over to Guam tomorrow, or possibly tonight after the play if I feel motivated, to check if it's still working.

::crosses fingers:: Don't let me down, Cheese.