Before you jump to any conclusions – this post has nothing to do with Twilight.
I was born an engineer. I had no choice in the matter.
Call it fate. Call it genetics. (A father and two brothers in the same profession indicates it is most likely due to genetics)
Whatever label you apply to it, it was a foregone conclusion.
I know this because I cannot stop being an engineer. Technical thoughts are in steady state of churn within my head. I see formulas, dimensions, materials, shapes, interfaces, ergonomics, simplicity, complexity, GUI – …

Oh, if only life was so simple – my yesterday’s problem would have remained yesterday’s problem.
Instead, I was able to enjoy a second round to my truck’s electrical saga.
Things were great this morning. Instead of a dead battery, like yesterday, the truck roared to life as if it was brand new. No red lights. No bouncing volt meters. Just a steady hum of the engine. That was until I decided to go out for lunch.
At that point, my truck decided that it was time for …