X Marks the Spot

We drove about ten minutes south to walk on a different ocean path for a change. LOTS of folks out in the sun: dogs, bikes, babies, surfers, and let’s hear it for the old people. It was a lovely afternoon. On the way home I decided to finally acknowledge the orange exclamation point on the dashboard—seems it has something to do with malfunctioning brakes. Eek. That light has been on for days and I just assumed it was one of the ones you ignore. Mr S drove over to the mechanic awhile ago. We’re hoping it’s just low fluid and not something hideous.