I've been driving the Wrangler for the past couple of weeks, having loaned my "daily driver" car to Son #2 while his car was in the shop.  Friday morning on my way to my optometrist appointment, the Wrangler quit on a country backroad. This had happened once before, a couple of weeks ago.  Both The Husband and I had driven the Wrangler without incident in the interim.  I don't know what's wrong with it.  I was driving along at speed, when all of a sudden . . . RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . .  It just quit and coasted to a stop.  I cranked and cranked and cranked, and just when I was about to give up and call for help, it fired off and didn't give me any more problems for the rest of my outing.  After Christmas, we'll have to have it looked at, for The Husband has decided that he wants to drive it to a Jeep rally in Florida this spring.  I will make sure our AAA account is paid up.  

This is the last "idle" day before the Christmas cooking begins.  The presents are wrapped.  The grocery shopping is done.  Tomorrow morning, I have an appointment for my yearly physical, and after that, let the cooking begin, and it won't stop until about noon on Christmas day.  I will be making the same old stuff I always make, but it's stuff that everybody likes, so . . . . 

I have been pondering how I will occupy myself between Christmas and the spring gardening season.  (To be honest, after this year's gardening failures, I am not 100% sure that I will even raise a garden next year, but we'll cross that bridge later.)  My BFF suggested we try air dry clay together, so I ordered some.  It should be here in the next couple of days, but I won't have time to fool with it until after Christmas.