I have no energy. Well, I say that, but I manage to do some work without problems so it may just be heat related. It was hot in May, then cooled off enough to use a down comforter at night, then went straight into sheets only and fan. I suppose if I had anything to do, I'd get it done, but if I'm not moving, my body seems to think I should take a nap.

I took my car in for a "funny noise" when I braked.    The mech, Kevin, thought the rotors were poo, but the brake pads were ok. When he got in there, he found the brake pads were de-laminating, probably because of heat. ("What 'heat'" sez I, and K sez "probably the 100 to 0 MPH stops." Sez I, "but I only did that once!") I love this garage. They're a bunch of very knowledgeable smart-asses. New rotors, new brake pads, new brake fluid, AND a throttle plate cleaning that means the stupid gas pedal won't stick when I try to accelerate. Car's in good shape, but why is it when you work for a while and make some money, the fates seem to know, and arrange for you to not end up with a surplus?