The weekend is passing too

The weekend is passing too quickly.
Friday night I headed downtown for the Tour de Art run in honor of Run at Work Day. It was fun to run around dodging traffic and curbs to see some of the outdoor art hidden amongst the skyscrapers. My favorite two: Big Bubble (there’s a button up on the bridge; when you press it, a bubble comes up from the bayou below) and Disappearing Gnomes.


The full photo gallery is here.
Unfortunately we had to bail on the run a little early (and miss Buzz’s birthday party entirely) because my car mysteriously died! See, we drove downtown, parked the car, and got out. I noticed I’d done a crappy parking job, so I got back inside to readjust. Tried to start the car…nothing but clicking. Turn key, hear clicking.
We did the run, but as it got dark, we decided to go troubleshoot the car before my other running friends got back (they’d offered us a ride if necessary). After checking fuses and deciding that, despite the sudden onset of the problem, it must have been the battery, we got a jump start from a fellow runner and made it home. As soon as I got home and turned the car off, it died again. Apparently one of the cells of the battery just went bad, at least according to the guy at NTB who sold me a new battery yesterday.
RANDOM.
Car trouble is annoying. Though I must admit — I would’ve been more worried about the whole thing if I weren’t so confused about what the heck happened in the first place.