again with being weird about walking
Feb. 12th, 2019 07:51 amDude had to run over to his mother's last night to bring her some paperwork or other that she needed. He went on foot, as it's slightly under a quarter-mile and it was dry and in the mid-20s F last night. (Though it was unpleasantly windy; I had a miserable walk home because the wind was in my face, which is unfair because the prevailing winds are such that they're in my face on my walk in, and had been, so I got to be wind-blasted both directions and it's not fair.)
He came back and said, "She tells me to beg you not to walk tomorrow, as the weather's going to be awful."
"It is?" I looked it up. 25 degrees, snow-sleet, windy, warming to 30 and becoming sleet.
I mean. That's not great, but it's perfectly normal?
I moved Dude's car this morning, so I can get mine out, so I could drive if I wanted to-- that's really the limiting factor. There's no on-street parking overnight in the winter, and so whoever parked last is the only one who can get out. Moreover, our street gets parked solid at 7:30 sharp every morning, as students arrive to attend the high school across the street. So if I want to drive to work, I have to either pull my car out before Dude arrives home, and then pull in after him, or I have to go back out because the street is still parked solid and so when he arrives home I have to move my car while he waits to pull in so that I can pull after him, or I need to get up before 7:15 and move his car to the street, or I need to roust him from his work (he wakes up and logs in to work immediately and some days is actually quite absorbed in work before I leave; since he works remotely, he does this, then takes a long break to get dressed and shower, then takes another break to commute in at midmorning, etc.) and make him get in his car to pull it out while I leave, then pull back in.---
at any rate, it's very complicated, and a large amount of the reason I walk to work is that my car is just fucking inaccessible. And if I'd known this was going to happen perhaps I should have lobbied for us to put a pull-off or turnaround in the front yard when we had the driveway redone last year, but at that time I worked so far away that I left before him and arrived after him most of the time, so it wasn't important? Anyway.
I'm still wondering if I should really bother to drive in! But I'm feeling poorly, of late; headaches for two days now, and they're mild but noticeable and i'm not a headachey sort of person? (I say that because I know so many people with chronic headache conditions and my sympathy goes out to you because even the tiniest headache is so fucking debilitating, I can't imagine how you poor folks suffer and I'm so sorry for it!)
It's just snowing, there's almost no accumulation, and it's not slippery at all, but I sort of hurt all over and it's really fucking windy out there, so. I'm going to be a wuss and exercise my privilege and just fucking drive to work because my mother-not-in-law said so. Sigh.
why do i have so much guilt over this? it's goofy is what it is, but that's how I'm wired.
He came back and said, "She tells me to beg you not to walk tomorrow, as the weather's going to be awful."
"It is?" I looked it up. 25 degrees, snow-sleet, windy, warming to 30 and becoming sleet.
I mean. That's not great, but it's perfectly normal?
I moved Dude's car this morning, so I can get mine out, so I could drive if I wanted to-- that's really the limiting factor. There's no on-street parking overnight in the winter, and so whoever parked last is the only one who can get out. Moreover, our street gets parked solid at 7:30 sharp every morning, as students arrive to attend the high school across the street. So if I want to drive to work, I have to either pull my car out before Dude arrives home, and then pull in after him, or I have to go back out because the street is still parked solid and so when he arrives home I have to move my car while he waits to pull in so that I can pull after him, or I need to get up before 7:15 and move his car to the street, or I need to roust him from his work (he wakes up and logs in to work immediately and some days is actually quite absorbed in work before I leave; since he works remotely, he does this, then takes a long break to get dressed and shower, then takes another break to commute in at midmorning, etc.) and make him get in his car to pull it out while I leave, then pull back in.---
at any rate, it's very complicated, and a large amount of the reason I walk to work is that my car is just fucking inaccessible. And if I'd known this was going to happen perhaps I should have lobbied for us to put a pull-off or turnaround in the front yard when we had the driveway redone last year, but at that time I worked so far away that I left before him and arrived after him most of the time, so it wasn't important? Anyway.
I'm still wondering if I should really bother to drive in! But I'm feeling poorly, of late; headaches for two days now, and they're mild but noticeable and i'm not a headachey sort of person? (I say that because I know so many people with chronic headache conditions and my sympathy goes out to you because even the tiniest headache is so fucking debilitating, I can't imagine how you poor folks suffer and I'm so sorry for it!)
It's just snowing, there's almost no accumulation, and it's not slippery at all, but I sort of hurt all over and it's really fucking windy out there, so. I'm going to be a wuss and exercise my privilege and just fucking drive to work because my mother-not-in-law said so. Sigh.
why do i have so much guilt over this? it's goofy is what it is, but that's how I'm wired.