Traffic!
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It took me more than two hours to drive the 30-something miles home this evening--and most of that mileage is Interstate.
According to the perkily cheerful traffic reporter, there had been a multi-car accident just about where I leave the interstate to take the old bridge home. This accident tied up two of the three interstate lanes. At about 5 PM. And I didn't really have any viable options for "going around."
I hit the snarl at the first exit after the speed limit went to 70. From then on the actual speed was about 2 or 3. I went about 45 minutes without shifting out of first gear.
While I was in this snarl I wondered about the connection between extremely slow speed trapped on the interstate and the human fluid excretory system. Especially that of the female. I tried to mentally devise a portable device that could be used discretely in such situations. Fortunately, I was able to control the sphincter muscle till I got back to Slidell and decided that I would get something to eat at a Wendy's along the way into town. The order counter was my second stop.
Other than that, it was a quiet day at work. For starters, classes haven't started yet. And at the Center, the librarian's last day was yesterday and they have not yet hired her replacement. Since classes aren't in session, we don't have student workers. There were only two people in the library--me and a one-time Xavier colleague who is writing a book. We both let the phone ring itself out--if the upstairs people had wanted calls forwarded they could have set the phone to "forward."
I'm making good progress on inventorying the processing room. Once we have a list of what's in there, Susan (archivist) can prioritize collections for processing.
The reason we're not sure what is where starts with a K. Belfor treated everything that had gotten wet and reboxed things, but when they brought stuff back, the boxes were in no particular order. So, it's a hunting job.
I'm going in to work tomorrow too, altho I usually go in just three days a week. I'm beginning to "see daylight" and, if I am lucky, I MIGHT finish the room tomorrow.
I shall cross fingers that there are no idiots ahead of me on the interstate tomorrow.
According to the perkily cheerful traffic reporter, there had been a multi-car accident just about where I leave the interstate to take the old bridge home. This accident tied up two of the three interstate lanes. At about 5 PM. And I didn't really have any viable options for "going around."
I hit the snarl at the first exit after the speed limit went to 70. From then on the actual speed was about 2 or 3. I went about 45 minutes without shifting out of first gear.
While I was in this snarl I wondered about the connection between extremely slow speed trapped on the interstate and the human fluid excretory system. Especially that of the female. I tried to mentally devise a portable device that could be used discretely in such situations. Fortunately, I was able to control the sphincter muscle till I got back to Slidell and decided that I would get something to eat at a Wendy's along the way into town. The order counter was my second stop.
Other than that, it was a quiet day at work. For starters, classes haven't started yet. And at the Center, the librarian's last day was yesterday and they have not yet hired her replacement. Since classes aren't in session, we don't have student workers. There were only two people in the library--me and a one-time Xavier colleague who is writing a book. We both let the phone ring itself out--if the upstairs people had wanted calls forwarded they could have set the phone to "forward."
I'm making good progress on inventorying the processing room. Once we have a list of what's in there, Susan (archivist) can prioritize collections for processing.
The reason we're not sure what is where starts with a K. Belfor treated everything that had gotten wet and reboxed things, but when they brought stuff back, the boxes were in no particular order. So, it's a hunting job.
I'm going in to work tomorrow too, altho I usually go in just three days a week. I'm beginning to "see daylight" and, if I am lucky, I MIGHT finish the room tomorrow.
I shall cross fingers that there are no idiots ahead of me on the interstate tomorrow.
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