Crashbox

I stayed up until two in the morning last night working on my Dad's old Nova, trying to get the engine in it so we can drive it back to Washington State---which is supposed to be happening in 6 days---and right now the motor is still on a stand in front of the car, the transmission is sitting in the corner, the driveshaft is rolling around under the car, and the radiator is on a shelf under the workbench. Well, this sort of thing is nothing new for me, so I'll plough through a couple more nights like last and we'll be on our way, God Willing. And despite the misery of going to work on 3 hours and 15 minutes of sleep, there is something undeniably satisfying, even fun, about staying up half the night struggling with some old greasy piece of machinery.