WHAT a day. Holy moley on rye. I went to my meeting, parking on the corner of Tujunga and Moorpark, where they were doing that annoying thing of shooting a movie. Kirby was running late, so Joan and I did what we had to do. I then had to go put money in the meter. When I'd parked, I was behind a fire truck (they were having lunch) and I'd misjudged how close I was to the curb. So, I went to move my car closer to the curb. Turned the key. Nada. Squat. Nothing. Dead. As a doornail, and I think we all know how dead a doornail is. It so disgruntles me to have a working car one minute and a non-working car moments later. I called the auto club and a half-hour later they showed up. He looked at the battery and ascertained that the terminal had corroded beyond corrosion. I could see it plainly - tons of white around the terminal connection. He cleaned it a bit and managed to get the car started. I asked him if I was safe to be able to go the mile to my local station where I attend to car matters. He said no prob. He left. The minute I pulled away from the curb I knew that there WAS a prob - I could hear the battery fighting to hold the connection from the terminal. I prayed I could go the mile without dying. I went six blocks and that was that. I looked at the terminal and the bloody connector, which is normally about a half-inch or more thick, had corroded to a sliver of metal and having cleaned all that white corrosion away, the metal wasn't even touching the battery connector. Another half-hour to get them back to me, then I was towed to my local station. He fixed the terminal right away, then I had him check the battery to see how much life it had left (I last replaced the battery four years ago - I'm sure it's in these here notes somewhere) - he hooked it up to a machine and it was very low in juice - he said maybe I had a month maybe I had a day. Obviously, I put a new battery in and now with the new terminal everything is fine and dandy with the motor car. And that's been my day. I shall now read through my pages, fix and smooth, then print them out so I can get them to my muse Margaret in the morning. I also have to print out a Brain script to send to a producer.
