Samain Moving Moon
The ritual of the oil change was performed upon the Rav4 this morning and its tires too were rotated. As if they did not rotate enough each time they carry us. We acolytes of the Toyota oil change cult sat in our waiting room with the holy messenger disk near us so the technopriests might summon us in case our wallet was needed. Fortunately this day no summoning came and only the normal charges applied. Thank thee Toyota. TTT
After that I lay back in the dental chair and allowed Stacey into my mouth with short pointy instruments, rapidly oscillating water and. Floss. Clean teeth. Fresh oil. I’m ready to hit the road for the Rocky Mountains.
