So, I get home after driving nearly 800 miles round trip, gone 5 days, many of those miles stressed, having to drive carefully, nursing the engine. I put Murray in the garage and walk away, too beat to empty him out yet. The next afternoon I am still kinda dazed, sleepy and tired, I figure I'll need days to get back to normal. Jan comes home late in the afternoon and says, "Did you work on the bus today?" I can't even look at the bus yet. And she wants to know if I've started to fix it yet.