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So, as I didn't keep to my usual Thursday evening publishing schedule, you can safely assume that nothing has been happening until recently. But first, to catch you up on what actually has happened...

First off, I got into Thunder Bay again to visit Yeti. Mostly the same old thing, exchanging old stories and new theories. Though I did finally meet another person he knew up here. That was interesting, albeit brief. The guy foxholed for most of my visit - apparently, this is the status quo. Yeti ran me through some of the games he has for PS3. Didn't really play them much, but I've always been more comfortable with PC-mounted anyway.

It kind of sucked having to haul out last night to come back to Atikokan - I'll admit to feeling a little isolated up here. Writing would certainly help, but not only my old curse, but work as well, is severely cutting into what creativity I have. Oh well, there's still weekends.

Probably the biggest news came just today. Leaving for work at our usual 06:30, the oil light began flashing at us with a very annoying tone sounding out. The German Workhorse was in trouble. Rather than chance continuing the drive to the factory, we pulled over and abandoned it on a side road, and looked forward to continuing the trip on foot. That is, until one of our co-workers saw me, Tesla, and Lazarus walking along the side of the road. Tesla in the cab, me and Lazarus into the back, we finished the trip in about three minutes. And a good thing too - it was warm in comparison to other days, but that soon changes at 50 kph while exposed to wind chill.

Work was rough. Or I should perhaps say, it was rough on me. My spine, my right knee, and even more ominous, my left thigh, they were all aching in twenty minutes. Advil did nothing. All I could do is grunt through it and hope for the end to come, as I usually do. But there was still work to do: we had to collect our sick Jetta.

And there came Wrench to the rescue. With a length of half-inch rope tied around a tow point, he guided the Workhorse to the best place in Atikokan for the car to be taken care of: back to the factory. Pulling it inside, a quick exam of the oil told us exactly what was wrong.

The car hasn't been used enough. Gas has been leaking into the oil reservoir, watering down the oil itself. Doom averted, we need only a complete oil change and a new filter for good measure. An hour's work, and the Workhorse shall live again.

And to think, I was almost ready to write the damn thing's eulogy.