Red's transmission failed just before Christmas after eleven years and 175,338 miles.
You have to admit, that's not too shabby.
Now, meet Zira.
Crowley has been giving my person a hard time about the gray, given that it's apparently quite popular. But she couldn't get the dark blue, didn't want another red one and didn't want black, either, so the gray it was. I kind of miss the sunroof and I think my person sometimes misses Red's CD player, since Zira's is a LOT pickier about which CDs will play and which won't. So it's mostly Sirius XM until it gets warm enough to sit in the car for any period of time and figure out playlists.
Zira is a 2019 Nissan Rogue Sport, BTW. And she's a really sweet little ride. If - big if - we could actually do any riding around right now, that is....
Freaking coronavirus.
We're not under mandatory lockdown, but we're on the very edge of the New York outbreak - we have one confirmed case in our county so far. My person thinks it will just be a matter of time - a short time - until her office is closed. The two adjacent counties have closed their DSS offices through the end of the month, and we rather expect ours will follow suit. We're being asked to limit unnecessary travel, so no outings. Plus, the nursing home my person's mom is in has banned all visitors for the foreseeable future. Apparently this virus is worse the older you are. Combine that with my person trying to navigate all the ins and outs of her mother actually having to be IN the nursing home in the first place - this all started in December - and the new car and all the usual stress and well - it's kind of complicated. She's even wondering if she'll be able to properly renew her driver's license at this point, since she needs to get an enhanced one, which will require a trip to the DMV.
"Dearest, I'm sorry it's all so complicated right now."
Aziraphale's sweet, he really is. He's been doing his best to help. My person promised that if she does end up having to stay home, which she probably will, she'll make him an outfit like the one he usually wears.
"Complicated? Angel, the word you're looking for is clusterfu--"
"Language, dear boy." Aziraphale scolded.
"Seriously? Caroline's person uses worse when her printer acts up." He's trying to put the Fear of Crowley into some of my person's remaining houseplants. Not many of them survived the winter.
They might have stopped the Apocalypse, but they apparently didn't foresee humans getting into fights over toilet paper.
"This is it, dear boy. The kitchen. This is where all the magic happens."
"I rather thought that was my bedroom, angel."
Celine, off camera: "Too much information, Uncle Crowley!"
Celine went back to her natural blonde, BTW. Like father, like daughter.
This is Celine's half-sister, Indigo - Indy for short. I didn't know Maddy had two daughters, but here we are. If I understood correctly, Indy, in her old life, was Maddy's son - the one her ex made off with. She ended up being raised by an aunt and uncle, who kicked her out upon her coming out as transgender. Having no one else to turn to, she - he at the time - Facebook messaged the mother who he'd been told didn't want him - only to be picked up ten minutes later via TARDIS and whisked back to the UK. I think the gender switch was done via regeneration, but Crowley also had a hand in adjusting Indy's DNA to no longer reflect any of her human father's. In other words, she's half-Gallifreyian and half-demon. Maddy said the Indy has her one mother's - Penthesalia's - complexion, more or less her looks and her father's eyes - kind of. And like her dad, she can shapeshift into a serpent, although she usually doesn't because she's afraid she'll forget how to change back.
"Oh dear, it seems to be snowing rather harder than expected."
"Ya THINK, angel?!"
Pinky and Aziraphale's rather awkward first meeting. He forgot that he can't fly like he used to.
Aziraphale: Nice reusable shopper.
My person: I thought so.
Crowley: Okay, I am much cuter than the bloke who played me.
Nah. I think they're equally adorable.
Maddy rocking the Feral Sheep look. Although I think that hat is supposed to be a poodle.
However, there is one bit of good news. The Psychedelic Furs are finally releasing a new album in early May. More on that to come....
Freaking coronavirus.We're not under mandatory lockdown, but we're on the very edge of the New York outbreak - we have one confirmed case in our county so far. My person thinks it will just be a matter of time - a short time - until her office is closed. The two adjacent counties have closed their DSS offices through the end of the month, and we rather expect ours will follow suit. We're being asked to limit unnecessary travel, so no outings. Plus, the nursing home my person's mom is in has banned all visitors for the foreseeable future. Apparently this virus is worse the older you are. Combine that with my person trying to navigate all the ins and outs of her mother actually having to be IN the nursing home in the first place - this all started in December - and the new car and all the usual stress and well - it's kind of complicated. She's even wondering if she'll be able to properly renew her driver's license at this point, since she needs to get an enhanced one, which will require a trip to the DMV.
"Dearest, I'm sorry it's all so complicated right now."
Aziraphale's sweet, he really is. He's been doing his best to help. My person promised that if she does end up having to stay home, which she probably will, she'll make him an outfit like the one he usually wears.
"Complicated? Angel, the word you're looking for is clusterfu--""Language, dear boy." Aziraphale scolded.
"Seriously? Caroline's person uses worse when her printer acts up." He's trying to put the Fear of Crowley into some of my person's remaining houseplants. Not many of them survived the winter.
They might have stopped the Apocalypse, but they apparently didn't foresee humans getting into fights over toilet paper.
"This is it, dear boy. The kitchen. This is where all the magic happens.""I rather thought that was my bedroom, angel."
Celine, off camera: "Too much information, Uncle Crowley!"
Celine went back to her natural blonde, BTW. Like father, like daughter.
This is Celine's half-sister, Indigo - Indy for short. I didn't know Maddy had two daughters, but here we are. If I understood correctly, Indy, in her old life, was Maddy's son - the one her ex made off with. She ended up being raised by an aunt and uncle, who kicked her out upon her coming out as transgender. Having no one else to turn to, she - he at the time - Facebook messaged the mother who he'd been told didn't want him - only to be picked up ten minutes later via TARDIS and whisked back to the UK. I think the gender switch was done via regeneration, but Crowley also had a hand in adjusting Indy's DNA to no longer reflect any of her human father's. In other words, she's half-Gallifreyian and half-demon. Maddy said the Indy has her one mother's - Penthesalia's - complexion, more or less her looks and her father's eyes - kind of. And like her dad, she can shapeshift into a serpent, although she usually doesn't because she's afraid she'll forget how to change back.
"Oh dear, it seems to be snowing rather harder than expected.""Ya THINK, angel?!"
Pinky and Aziraphale's rather awkward first meeting. He forgot that he can't fly like he used to.
Aziraphale: Nice reusable shopper.My person: I thought so.
Crowley: Okay, I am much cuter than the bloke who played me.
Nah. I think they're equally adorable.
Maddy rocking the Feral Sheep look. Although I think that hat is supposed to be a poodle.However, there is one bit of good news. The Psychedelic Furs are finally releasing a new album in early May. More on that to come....
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