Well, a bit more significant than that. Those I can swap out in my sleep LOL. Heck I've even done a morphulus relay before. Obie wan kenobi II is my friend. (OBD-II)
I took the mother ship in a short while back to check on hard starting when warm, diagnosis was intake gasket causing a vacuum leak. Spark plugs recommended (100K plugs, car at 82K). OK. After that, it wouldn't start, so they had to open it up again. So I said why not do timing belt since they had it open, maybe they could make back some of the labor that way. Ticking sound when I got it back, went away, but then within 100 or so miles got a loud ticking at cold start, louder than a tappet, but not like a rod bearing. Took it in, they put a borescope to it and said there was bad scoring on a rear cylinder, and that they thought the ticking was a wrist pin that was shot. New used motor, they're covering the cost. 2006 Sienna, always dealer serviced, got it from my mother a few years ago when she replaced it. I was impressed that the dealer here swore to make it right, though it was inconvenient in the short term.
I got it back this morning, and it seems fine. Mobil 1, new antifreeze, they switched over the new parts they'd put on the other motor. No cost. Glad to be mobile once again. Good thing, because I have a slight chest cold and a stopped up ear, and I don't need to be out there trying to prove I'm tough and all that you-know-what.
Going to a chiropractor today, first time in years. My old chiro had a massive heart attack and died some years back, which was totally not authorized, by the way. I thought the world of old Dr. Dray, he was awesome. This new guy is really into designing exercises to correct problems, comes really highly recommended, and even my doctor likes him, and the MD-chiro war goes back nearly a century. I hope he can crack his way through some decades-old scoliosis and show me how to build a better core. I'm pretty healthy, relatively fit, but I've never been very strong, which I'll have to work on if I want to be rock climbing and running saws when I'm 80. The Primate is now four, and in ten years I'll need to be able to persuade him that adolescent rebellion, and iconoclasm for its own sake, are not nearly as cool as they may seem to him, if ye git mah drift. Right now he seems to be doing perfectly well, for which I'm internally and eternally grateful.
Hope your day is a good one.