The painter is coming at one to give an estimate for Nick's bedroom that is all scarred up from his many moves in and out. My parents are coming for dinner later on. Other than some pottering around in the garden, not much else going on.

Sundancer, I read about your Ford surging forward and it brought back the memory of my Lincoln Continental (inherited the brand new car from Uncle George) that bolted backwards out of the driveway after I had put it in park. I was getting out of the car and the driver side door was open. As the car moved down the driveway with me inside, the shrub at the bottom caught the door and almost ripped it off, but it did stop the car at that point. Ford refused any responsibility for that one too.