I don’t trust it yet.

The car got fixed. The engine cooling fan was seizing sporadically and in need of replacement.

Probably. Almost certainly.

But it was an intermittent fault. So, the only way to be certain is to drive it and see if the alarm that doesn’t always go off, goes off. If it doesn’t go off, which it didn’t always do, then it’s fixed.

It hasn’t gone off yet, under similar driving conditions to when it used to sometimes go off. But only sometimes and with no obvious pattern or trigger.

Yes, I know, my brain hurts too.

The fan was definitely sticking and causing a problem and definitely needed replacing and that would definitely have caused the alarm to go off, when the fan tried and failed to come on. And the sensors, relays and other parts of the system all check out as having no recordable faults. The garage is almost certain it’s fixed.

I still don’t quite trust my car yet.

But Sage seems to, and she  is back in my head, just when I was gearing up to write something else, and Lily has taken more of a back seat again. Sage has brought Diana, some aliens and a spaceship or 2, and her new car along with some more story.

Neither of them are talking to me much though, the sun and warmth outside are calling much  more loudly. The grass needs cutting again, I have bulbs and plants to place and a garden to think about trimming, sculpting and arranging.

Oh, and a couple of new voices have arrived and I need to get to know them a bit and decide if there’s a story to be told there.

It can be a bit nuts, being a writer.