The Saturn is dead.
I got home yesterday evening and after complaining to T– about the sorry state of my life for half an hour (car troubles), I went to the office to work out and she took AB to pick up some Taco Bueno for supper. Both of those things proved satisfactory.
Then AB took a bath and went to bed, and I started up a game of Civ while T– and I finished off Important Things with Demetri Martin and started over again on Flight of the Conchords. It was a pleasant evening.
This morning I heard from our mechanic, and the Saturn would cost $5,263.18 to repair. Its Blue Book value, even after the repairs would be $750. So, yeah, that car’s never coming home again.
Other than that, it’s just things and stuff.