Back to work today. I actually got out of bed at 7:30 this morning, which makes me a good person. (Way to go, me! Pat. Pat.) My car had been making this terrible noise that sounded like a bunch of bolts dropped into a deep fryer, so I got up early to make sure it was still making that noise before I called the mechanic. It was, but I couldn't get hold of him, so I rode my bike to work. Later this afternoon, he said he could squeeze me in to look at it, so I got a coworker to take me home so I could drive over there, and dammit. No more noise.
It even seemed to run better than it has in a while on the way there, as though to taunt me. I was a little embarrassed, but the mechanic was understanding and said it happens a lot. I mean, it's not like I'm going make up a noise so I can go hang out at the repair shop and waste someone's time for fun (although I don't know, some people might; he is kind of cute). He poked around the engine for a while anyway and declared it officially not in imminent danger of explosion, and I didn't have to pay for repairs, so all I lost was a few hours of time off and a tiny bit of my dignity.
So that was my stupid day. Oh, and it turns out aguas frescas are not at all easy to make if you only have a tiny strainer that will only hold a few tablespoons of fruit pulp at a time. I've been working it in batches for an hour now and it's still not ready. I guess I can have it for breakfast.