I hate when they (the invisible "they" who run the universe) screw with my
schedule. I cut my row a little short when my stomach started cramping up
(apparently last nighs tacos woke up an half and a half later than the rest of
me). Washed the boat and oars (attempting not to wash the juniors who were milling
about watching each other do erg pieces), and headed off to the gym to shower. All
the traffic lights on the way were out. I pulled into the gas station near the gym
and was told I couldn't fuel up because their power was out too. (So why were the
pumps all displaying numbers on the electronic readouts?) And the gym was dark.
They'd probably have let me shower in the dark, but with no guarantee of hot
water. And I'm not sure I could shave my legs in the dark.
Instead of
going to the next nearest gym and having to find a gas station near it, I decided
just to head home to shower. The plus to that was that I pulled another outfit out
of my closet, allowing me to use the one I had packed for tomorrow -- a tiny time-
saver, since I'm generally in a hurry to get to bed. And yes, both outfits include
new clothes. We've already
established that I have no self control. Sadly, the red shoes don't really go with
the denim shirt, at least not with the flowered top. Life is full of minor
disappointments.
On the work side, I am frantically trying to get
everything done before leaving for the new job. It's not looking promising at the
moment.