I do my own repairs, so I am soon up to my elbows in tools and test instruments. I feel like Sherlock Holmes probing for that one elusive clue that will unravel this mystery. I enjoy removing parts, discovering the engine's deepest secrets. It feels masculine tugging hard on wrenches, stretching my arm muscles. I twist and bend, looking for concealed bolt heads. Soon I am breathing hard, but it's stimulating, refreshing. Then comes that eureka moment: It's the coolant temperature sensor! A cheap, easy fix! An hour later I turn the key and the engine fires to life. I feel a huge sense of conquest, man over machine. I am John Henry, the steel-driving man!
I am grinning from ear to ear when my wife opens the kitchen door. “It's time for lunch. And don't forget, you have a doctor's appointment.” I did forget! So absorbed was I in my work that there was no room for anxiety.
The appointment went all right, and on the way home I gave myself a lecture. “Next time you are facing a threat, find something to occupy your mind. If not car repair, then gardening or helping Sharon clean house.”
It's easier to carry two suitcases than one because the load is better balanced and sometimes one problem balances out another.