T.G.I.F. (maybe)

We are supposed to get slammed tonight with a major winter storm. Places north of here like where my Mom or B___ live are supposed to get 2-5 inches of snow and even less where Jeremy lives. The prediction for me and, say, Jake and Carla's houses is 6-12 inches!

On the one hand, its good that's it's the weekend and I don't have to try and get to work, no matter what. On the other hand, I have a 9:00 AM appointment with my barber for a one-week overdue haircut that I desperately need. And, there's all the Saturday, payday, errands (mostly grocery shopping, which I also desperately need) to do.

Also, I may have mentioned (I admit I haven't checked) that on Monday or Tuesday, my left low-beam headlight burned out. So, I figured I'd wait until the weekend and get a replacement bulb. Why wait? Because, like most modern day cars, it's a pain in the butt to replace. You can barely get your hand down between the battery (on the left side) or the windshield washer fluid container (on the right) and the headlights.

Well, this morning, as I turned on the car to go to work, the right side headlight came on, flared brilliantly for a second and then died! Uh, oh... So, I headed to work in the dark without any headlights! Now, I know that Plymouth Road is brilliantly lit for most of the way. So, I kept on it until about Newburgh road. That's where all the street lights end. So, then I turned on my high beams (pissing off enumerable drivers) and drove the rest of the way to work.

Now, should I be upset that the low-beams burned out? Nope! On a Volvo, the low beams are on (whether you want them to be or not) any time you turn on the car (it's a safety thing. Damn Swedes!)

So, at lunch, I stopped at Kroger's and got about half of my two weeks grocery shopping done. Then I stopped at Murray's Auto and bought two new headlight bulbs. I barely got home and unpacked before I had to turn around and head back to work.

I forgot to mention that the snow started around 11:00 AM. It was light and didn't seem too bad at the time. When I went out at 5:00 PM, it took a good five minutes to scrap the ice off the car windows. I headed home, slipping and sliding on the surface streets and the expressway. It took me twice as long as usual to get home!

Once I was home, I emptied my pockets, changed from my dress shoes to my Crocs, checked the mail and the voicemail on the phone and waited to warm up a bit.

I took and made some calls and noticed that, while sitting on the couch all warm and cozy, my resolve to install the headlights in the cold garage tonight was rapidly waning. I mean, I got all weekend, right? So, comfort eventually won over duty.

I wanted to use up the last of the mashed potatoes, so I turned them into potato cakes. I noticed (too late) I didn't add enough flour so they were good but a little mushy.

I watched taped TV, waiting for the Friday Night Fights. I started watching them but fell asleep (since I was also recording them, this was annoying, but not a big deal). When the bathroom call came, I shut everything off and went to sleep.