I started off at the office, half-awake because the office handyperson took a little while to fix the coffee machine. So I checked over a trainee's editing, after checking where the backlog stood. Lo, it was under 1900 by 11, putting us into "keep calm and carry on" territory:
Periodically I went down the hall to refill my water glass. Gotta hydrate, in the aftermath of the cold I seemed to have for a month. On the way I might look out the window to see how it was piling up out there.
Every time I'd head back up the ramp, I passed the typewriter poster, reminding me that I had my typewriter back from the shop. Maybe tonight would be the night I'd finally write Eddie and send him that COUNTERFEIT stamp.
But first I had to get through the rest of the workday. So I finished the trainee stuff and did some more of my own galleys, and chatted with folks and placed a bid on an item from my favorite TV show ever, and I don't even remember. Work stuff. Including the new timesheet system. Then, 'long about 4:30, word came that chorus practice was cancelled on accounta the weather. Rather a relief, though it will mean resceduling the audition of I'll Fly Away, plus the run-through of 7-11 Girl.
People started to head out, but Chris and I stuck around, looking at traffic reports. The next day I'd hear horror stories of 20-minute commutes that took 2 hours. Chris decided to go hang out at a local buddy's for an hour or two before attempting his commute, and I just worked late. Finally some time after 7 I headed out to clean off the car.
The way it's suddenly a lot darker a lot earlier makes it feel like winter almost as much as digging in snow does.
Traffic wasn't too bad. There was a sporty car slipping around on Main while a city bus and I tried to keep our distance behind it. Finally it made it onto Pauline, and we headed past the Big House to the stoplight at Stadium. I realized I could get to the car wash before it closed, though I'd have to peel off the car magnets.... which I did .....
My fingers were soon freezing, though, even though I've managed to grow out my lesbian fingernails recently, so I could get an angle pretty quick. Still, for the second half I used a pair of needle-nosed pliers to pry 'em up. Then I tossed them into the front seat, frost and all.
I do love going through a car wash. There was hardly anyone there, and the guys at the opening gave me a real good hosing down, chipping ice chunks out of everywhere. It was great.
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I went through the Burger King drive-through next, seeking the Impossible Whopper (no pickles). When I got home, I had to dig my way into the house. The left side of the steps is where I'd swept my way out in the morning. Then I fed the cats before I dug into the Impossible sandwich. They like what we call "the good stuff": wet food.
I decided I was too tired to get the typewriter set up and write Eddie. So I watched the next episode in my rewatch of Homicide: Life on the Streets, which warms my heart with all its Balmer biz.
It'll probably be many weeks before I fix the clock's leftover daylight savings time. Or maybe I'll just let it be until it's right again.
At one point I noticed that a shot in the show included the steps of my very first apartment, at 913 N. Charles Street. The building's since been torn down. I was there when it was falling apart, about to be demolished, and had quite an adventure climbing around in the rot while my gf waited outside, nervous. It's those rounded-side marble steps on the left, behind that guy. It was the Peabody Bookshop and Beer Stube, with the cabaret bar on the second floor. Mencken hung out there. Where that car is parked is where I learned to real-world parallel park, shown by a guy in a truck over 3 glorious minutes, when I was trying to squeeze the U-Haul in there, December, 1984.
I watched most of that show from Kansas, my heart full.
Pretty soon it was time to hit the hay. I took one more picture for you, out the bathroom window, where you saw me reflected behind the cats above, if you noticed.
Then I got a late-night text with some good news.
And that was the day in my life. :)