And lo, there is heat in the car for the first time in my ownership history. This morning the demister *actually worked*. This is an excellent development, since the only other effective option is to drive with the windows down and the long chill fingernails of Lois the Wind Bitch sliding down your neck.
Now Hannah The Shy-But-Eager-to-Please Heater Helper will fill my car with warm air and the scent of whichever artificial scent I buy (I plead novelty value).
Mmmmm. Unneccessary Hibiscus.