Okay, the van is fixed, but it's too late for me to go to Florida this week. Maybe next. Maybe, that is, because I feel a large-scale epidemic rising throughout my body, which will probably arrive in force by morning and not leave until mid-March. That, or my face has decided to fall off. I think what happened was I shook the tow truck driver's hand the other day, and he probably had something horribly communicable because he looked like I felt. That'll teach me not to be the nice, personable Mithras who you read for witty, cheerful observations on the bright side of life.
I'm going to make a codeine and cherry Nyquil smoothie now. See ya in the spring.