Month: December 2002

What’s the use of snow if they won’t let you stay home?

I’m thinking about calling Honda to ask if I can come in tomorrow or Saturday to pick up my inspection sticker. Driving to work was complicated enough, what with the turning and the stopping and the moving and everything. It’s going to take me a good ten or fifteen minutes just to dig out my car and, from the look of things, at least half an hour just to get to the dealership. The local weather service is predicting three to four inches of accumulation, which, at this rate, seems like wishful thinking. There was already a couple of inches on the ground when I woke up this morning, and so far the snow doesn’t show any signs of slowing. I’ll have to see where things stand at around noon.

On the plus side, I’ve just been told that I can leave early this afternoon. On the down side, it wasn’t my boss who told me this. He’s out of town, preoccupied with a personal matter with family in Ohio, and I’m not even sure if he knows yet that it’s snowed here.

For those keeping track of these things (or for those of you playing “Fred, the Home Game”), I had the car inspected today. Forty-five minutes, in and out. No muss, no fuss. Except of course (have I mentioned I’m an idiot?), I didn’t have my insurance information with me or in the glove compartment where it belongs. The car is definitely insured, but the only paperwork I had with me from Progressive was the information card that expired in June. I must have left the new one (the one I paid for in June and for which a second renewal recently arrived) with the other papers strewn about my apartment. (I am very messy, but I don’t often throw things out.) So I will find it, go back to Honda tomorrow on my lunch break, and pick up the state inspection sticker for which I paid this afternoon.

It’s just a good thing traffic was nonexistent going to New York (and much too slow coming back). If I’d been in an accident, I don’t think “No, no, really, I am insured, honest!” would go over too well with the other driver, much less the police.

Some new music and films in the sidebar. Sadly, I haven’t been reading much lately — I’m really going to have to struggle in order to get The Two Towers read before the film premieres — and I’m still in that vague “what do I want to do with this?/why can’t people just send me stuff?” phase on the webzine.

I’m not biting my lip. I think I’m subconciously trying to tunnel my way out.

Or maybe I’m like an animal caught in a trap, hoping if I can just chew through my own leg I can escape…