Second Ocean,  36th Day of Childwinter, 526 M.E. (Helios): We're halfway through Childwinter! Six six-day weeks down, six (and a day) to go. We're three dozen days into the season and the year, and by the logic of the New Revised Universal Solar Calendar, today is not Third Dozen but Second Ocean. 

Weird day. I awoke this morning from anxiety dreams that my car wouldn't start, even though I started it the Monday after the deep freeze of the previous weekend and then ran it for 30 minutes to recharge the battery, and then started and drove it again this week to pick up groceries and pharmaceutical for Eliot, my cancer cat. 

Premonitions being what they are, however, my car didn't start today. The battery just totally died - didn't even try to pretend to turn over. I had to call a jump-start company ($75) who got me started although not without difficulty and I drove my car on the charge from their jump straight to the Lexus dealer who sold me my battery and they replaced it for free (people scoff at me for driving a Lexus, thinking I'm obsessed with appearance and social status, but service like that and the fact that my car is still running after 16 years is the real reason).  However, the whole ordeal, from first trying to start my car to getting back home with the new battery, took over four hours. 

Which was barely enough time to shit, shower, and shave, scarf down a quick dinner, feed Eliot the cancer cat, and drive down to East Atlanta Village to see a show at The Earl. It was my first time back to The Earl in six years - the last show I saw there (the singer Mattiel) was in early February 2020 right as the covids were crashing down on us. 

The band Rich Ruth opened promptly at 8:00 pm and then the headliners, Taper's Choice, took the stage just a mere few minutes past 9:00. They played a nearly 1¾-hour set, but I still managed to make it home only a little past 11:00 pm.

Weird Day. Ocean days are simply the oddest.