duck, muck, puck, suck

Or, rather, the other thing that rhymes with those.
Humph.
Okay.
Let’s begin with the good news…


The good news is that I am fine.

The bad news is that my car is not.

I still do not know to what extent it is not, but it is most definitely NOT.


The good news, however, is that given the choice between plowing into the back end of a rather large truck and veering off into a snow bank, I chose the snow bank, which I’m pretty sure was the right choice.

The bad news is that driving into an ice-encrusted snow bank traveling 50 some miles per hour tends to make things a bit busted-up and leaky, apparently and alas.


The good news is that I have OnStar, so when I was sitting in the snow bank - busted up and leaky and dazed – they sorted everything out for me regarding the procedure for ejecting myself from said snow bank.

The bad news is that I still had to wait over forty minutes in my frigidy car for the tow truck guy because lots and lots of other people also chose snow banks or ditches over plowing into the back end of rather large trucks, so my choice wasn't exactly innovative.


The good news is that, although I didn’t have a scarf or warm shoes, I did have some coffee and (oddly) a copy of the Tao Te Ching with me while I waited, so “Nothing lasts forever” was a nice thing to read while stranded in the cold and the dark.

But then, reading “the skillful traveller leaves no traces of his wheel or footsteps” was NOT a nice thing to read while stranded in a busted-up condition of my very own design.



But, the good news is that I eventually made it to work today.

Of course, the bad news is that when the shuttle guy offered to take me either to work or home, I CHOSE WORK.

Dolt.

Stupid day.
Stupid ice.
Stupid me.