Yesterday, after a riding lesson, I got my brakes done. After they were pulled off of the car, I asked "Were they as bad as I thought?" Answer: yes. Or possibly even worse than I thought. In fact, we could have taken this picture. So now, the car stops easily. This is considered a good thing.

(Note: Due to all the travel, I was only driving my car 25% of the time. Also, not home to get it worked on.)

Unrelated to the brakes, except that it also happened this weekend:

I went to the grocery store to pick up some things. While there, I checked the beer aisle, because I've been craving some Boddington's. Score! Except, when I got to the self-checkout, I suddenly remembered it was Sunday. I asked the cashier, "What time is it?" He looked at the clock and said, "Noon." I said, "Really noon?" and he looked in my cart. "Oh, it will go through now."

No alcohol before noon on Sundays.