Second verse, same as the first!
Jun. 18th, 2009 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogAnother day, another round of useless traveling. Stop Number One was solely to pick up a sheaf of papers I left in the courtroom late Tuesday afternoon in a fit of fatigue, grumpiness and eve-of-sickery. Stop II: Electric Boogaloo, at another courthouse a few miles down, should have been easy, as the motion was unopposed. Or rather, it wasn't; the Judge had received a nice stack of opposing papers in yesterday's mail which the opposition didn't see fit to place in my hands until about two hours ago. That's now adjourned until the third week of July, along with (so far) three other matters already carried over from last week or this week. That got us to Stop Trek Three: The Search for Client, who actually accomplished much of what I traveled the furthest for, but which left me close to two hours and 100 miles from home and in little, if any, shape to drive.
Making it all even more fun was the fact that I switched back to my own car today after taking the recently-fixed Fuckus on the road yesterday for a similarly long journey. It ran fine when it was running, but it still has a severe case of the shakes at stoplights and whatnot, and either because of that or just general degeneration of its engine, its gas mileage is way down- enough so that I was almost on fumes when I got to the Thruway rest stop closest to home after popping a three-quarter tankful into her the night before. Her newer Focusy relative got the usual much better mileage today, but as soon as I hit the first toll barrier, I did a major duh and realized that my EZ-Pass was still hanging in the one I'd driven yesterday. The next exit is a mere 15 cent toll, but in theory they can charge you for all the way from the Bronx border- a $17.00 one-way toll I did not have on me in cash- but they were kind and sprung me for the three nickels. The rest of the trip, though, required way more for the journey in cash payments than it would've been if I'd been slightly more intelligent first thing this morning.
Since returning home, I've handled three phone calls pretending to be in the office, slept a little, and prayed hard that this doesn't last much longer. The fun, it is not.
I did manage, in the early hours before taking Em to exams this morning, to hunt and peck my way to an entry on the baseball blog on the subject of, of all things, Perdue chickens. There are some fairly fun memories of my later high school years in there, actually confirmed by the New York Times to have not been delirious hallucinations on my part, and best of all, no pictures of Yuckee Stadium are there! (Yet.)
Making it all even more fun was the fact that I switched back to my own car today after taking the recently-fixed Fuckus on the road yesterday for a similarly long journey. It ran fine when it was running, but it still has a severe case of the shakes at stoplights and whatnot, and either because of that or just general degeneration of its engine, its gas mileage is way down- enough so that I was almost on fumes when I got to the Thruway rest stop closest to home after popping a three-quarter tankful into her the night before. Her newer Focusy relative got the usual much better mileage today, but as soon as I hit the first toll barrier, I did a major duh and realized that my EZ-Pass was still hanging in the one I'd driven yesterday. The next exit is a mere 15 cent toll, but in theory they can charge you for all the way from the Bronx border- a $17.00 one-way toll I did not have on me in cash- but they were kind and sprung me for the three nickels. The rest of the trip, though, required way more for the journey in cash payments than it would've been if I'd been slightly more intelligent first thing this morning.
Since returning home, I've handled three phone calls pretending to be in the office, slept a little, and prayed hard that this doesn't last much longer. The fun, it is not.
I did manage, in the early hours before taking Em to exams this morning, to hunt and peck my way to an entry on the baseball blog on the subject of, of all things, Perdue chickens. There are some fairly fun memories of my later high school years in there, actually confirmed by the New York Times to have not been delirious hallucinations on my part, and best of all, no pictures of Yuckee Stadium are there! (Yet.)