The other night halfway through the Seahawks game Ronnie and I realized that it was going to be a long night of drinking so we drove my car back home and parked it. Just to be safe. Well, apparently I forgot to turn off the lights, which was a ditzy move more than a tipsy move, and the battery died. This afternoon, before tomorrow’s street cleaning, I called my friendly neighbor Noah to see if he had a pair of jumper cables. Fortunately he did and was more than willing to help out. He did most of the work because the idea of electrical shock makes me nervous. What doesn’t make me nervous? I should try to make a list and just do that stuff. So anyway, he’s giving me this big speech on why it’s important to start with the black cables first, then let it run for a bit, and how the alternator is connected to something. At the end he asked, “Do you get it?” I said, “I’m sorry. I stopped listening after alternator.” He threw up his hands and said, “Jeez! I….Well, that definitely just knocked you down a few points.” I thought to myself the guy who’s gonna be with me better be able to put up with my flightiness. If not, keep moving. As a thank you, I’m treating him to a beer.