Poor Egbert. Egbert is sick. I haven't heard yet what's wrong with Egbert, but I hope it's something minor and that Egbert will be well again soon.

Egbert is my car. So named because it is white and vaguely egg-shaped. Egbert is in the dealership right now, the good news being that what is wrong with Egbert is almost certainly still covered under warranty, but the bad news is in the past when parts have been needed for fixes, it takes forever for this dealership to get them.

So I have a rental car. I really don't like it. It's not Egbert. I never thought I would become attached to a car, but there you are. I know Egbert's quirks. I know what my blind spots are in Egbert. This rental car is smaller than Egbert and is just wrong.

Last night, I worked for a while on the Spanish shawl but didn't get much done. I was so tired after the ordeal of trying to get Egbert into the shop and getting my life working again.