Today was Thanksgiving, where I pulled the short straw and watched the queue at work until the Australians arrived.
When I was off work, I went to the airport and peeled my squeaky brakes apart and cleaned as much as I could get to without replacing "O" rings, and put them all back together. Shane was there, taking his sister-in-law for a ride, and when I was done I took Liza out while I tested my brakes to see if they were fixed.
While not fixed, they're a lot better, so they'll do until I can get enough parts to tear them completely to pieces yet again.
In the evening, we ate lasagna and watched "Fast and Furious 9", which is just so silly it's silly.
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