My commute was complicated with first a broken water main and then it escalated to being cursed by astronauts. Needless to say, I just now got to work. It's going to be a long day.

And I really hope I can get out of the parking lot in Siberia without having to pay $20. Because that would be insult to injury.

The right credits Reagan with winning the Cold War. He's the man who destroyed the USSR. (The fact that the USSR was a gerontocracy crumbling under the weight of its own corruption does not enter into it.)

Dude, as I shuffled along the snowy sidewalks to the bus this morning, I was totally singing, "We're havin' a heatwave, a tropical heatwave..."

It's so true. . . and so very, very sad. But it's 29!!

My forecast for tuesday and weds is currently.... ice pellets.

That should be fun. Grrr.

The right credits Reagan with winning the Cold War.

As well credit someone with the brains enough to pick up a penny in the street with financial whizzery! Lame.

I have so much work to do. And yet, procrastination! That my boss left me chocolates just complicates matters.

I can't believe it's only 9:30. And oh my god, I have salt all OVER my pants. I just washed these pants. Argh!

ok, I clicked and found it was indeed worse than my car. But I give them credit for not littering.

I think the minute they opened the car door, they HAD to have been littering. Surely some of the trash went cascading onto the ground.

I think the minute they opened the car door, they HAD to have been littering.

Eeep, I should have considered that since it happens to me with the trash the boys leave in my car. Can't tell you how many times I have reached under my car for a cup or napkin that escaped.

The key is a good trash-stacking system, obviously.

My boss has no chocolates for me. But even if he did, I couldn't eat them, so I suppose it's all for the best.

Reminds me, I need to clear out the passenger footwell. It's just two neatly tied up grocery bags of waterbottles, boxes and such, but...no room for people's feet!