I'm sure everyone's been on the edge their seat waiting for the resolution of the key saga, but I'm afraid it's not terribly exciting. I took my broken key to a bona fide locksmith this morning and got two new keys cut, one of which went into my wallet forever and ever or until the next time I do something stupid. Then I called a cab and got a ride back to the HEB parking lot where my trusty steed still awaited my return. Car started, lesson learned, end of irritating incident.

Other irritations remain that are not so readily repaired. But we do what we can here on Moonshine Mountain.