This morning was the morning that was all about the car. Living in a region that gets lot's and lot's of snow means having a yearly ritual to get ready for this snow. How I am rooting for El Nino this year. Trying to get into any service bay without having to take a vacation is almost impossible in these parts. The best I could do was to start at 8:30am today. First order of business was to replace the windshield, earlier in the week some sort of flying stone had made quite the impression. This was easy enough, all I had to do was drop off the vehicle for about three hours. And no... they had no courtesy shuttle or even a waiting area to speak of. Looks like someone else gets to get up early with me. You find out who are your true loved ones when it involves an 8:30 am wake up on a Saturday. Hey I sprang for breakfast! Next on the list is the oil change and inspection. I do not know why but for some reason this yearly portion of car owner ritual gives me the most anxiety. Try as I might to make it all okay in my own head, I cannot help but feel that queasy sensation in the pit of my stomach. Don't ask me why, I know the car is in good order. It feels almost like I am taking this exam of sorts, the kind where they decide if you are taking good care of that vehicle. All for naught because an hour later it is done and I am off to.. probably take a nap. I still have some stuff to do yet, the inside will now need to be cleaned again. How one windshield generated such a mess is a mystery to me. I also still need my snow tires put on, but that will be closer to November. Somewhere I have a winter survival kit, that will need to be located and put in its place in the trunk, along with the sand bags and the shovel. I like my car, I love it when the remote starter works and it is all thawed and ready to go. I feel like I have to put so much into the relationship with my car, maybe more then I get in return. That is until I the moment I don't have the car ready to go. Sometimes I think I would have preferred a horse.