Last night before LOST, I was in the garage with the Scout, tightening everything up, mixing new coolant, adding it to the radiator, pumping up the tires on my bike, and making sure everything felt solid. My plan was to rise before school really got started in order to avoid getting stuck in the lights on Frederick Road, and I missed all but the last one. She fired right up, turned over smoothly, and never showed signs of distress, which was a huge relief.

This afternoon, the word from the mechanic is that a pressure test shows the water pump itself is leaking, as well as the gasket at the water filler neck (no surprise there, seeing as we had to pull it off to get the water pump out). So, barring any supply catastrophe with the gasketry, I may get it back by the end of the week—just in time for another cold snap.

LOST was relatively good last night; even if it wasn’t as well-written as last week’s. I liked the Hugo storyline, and it was cool to see Libby again. They’re still playing chess with the characters, but things feel like they’re starting to come to a head of steam.