Things are okay. Not perfect.

The tiny parking lot behind the building is still Donnerpartyesque, with the Hoopty's right front tire stuck in a six-inch deep ice crater and not able to drive out of it. I might have to wait until spring.

I've forgotten, in this past year, how liberating it feels to be carless while at the same time annoyed at how long it takes me to get to work. My commute is like six minutes tops (i work basically on the other side of Mitchell, so it's just up Clifton and around). But there is no way I can get to work in less than 100 minutes or so due to how the buses run. The 51 to Reading and transferring to the 47 is theoretically quickest but the timing of the two routes typically means I JUST miss the first 47 and have to stand and wait for another one 40 minutes later. Anyway.

And! it's now more expensive to use public transportation than it is to drive. I only drive to work and back and put between 8-12 dollars in my tank every Friday, and now it's $1.75 with a transfer. RRRG.

So this looks to be a good weekend. My friend is taking me to Amol for a belated bday lunch, I'm making chicken stock tonight (I'm half tempted to cool it under my car so that it melts everything away. Carbon monoxide would add a nice tang, no?) and watching movies tomorrow.

Hope you are all happy and warm.

.:ETA:.

I was able to move my car about 18 inches this morning with the help of a hammer, my bench scraper, a screwdriver and my nascent rage. I give up.

My chicken stock, however, was beyond awesome.