Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"I had become a dog. I had joined their little impromptu pack. So long as I respected the leadership of the female husky, I was welcome. So long as I obeyed the rules, I could stay and be one of them. They must have thought I was a dog. I submitted to the samoyed, but I took no guff from the great dane. I established myself in the order below the older dogs but above the yearling. It didn't take much--I moved when the samoyed nudged me, but I stayed put when the dane tried. That's all it took. When a new guest arrived, I barked after the husky gave the signal, but left off once the all-clear sounded. I curled up with them, and the husky nudged me into a position she thought would keep me safe. She put me between the other dogs. She nudged and growled and pushed me until I went where she wanted, then she left off. She stayed in front, putting her body between me and potential danger. She was protecting me. I was part of the pack." -- axiomaxiom, 2005-05-31

I have a lot of friends. And some helpful and generous acquaintances in addition to generous friends. I have a lot of thank-you notes to write. It looks like there'll be enough to ransom the car and renew the tags, and I am grateful. Now from the panic-inducing to the merely annoying; I'm trying to line up a ride to the impound lot, and trying to stave off the latest wave of dizziness/fatigue (not having slept long last night, so I could call the fines&collections office as soon as they opened and still spend 55 minutes on hold, probably isn't helping with that, but oh well -- if I can rest tomorrow to get my body to cooperate for Saturday's gig ...).

I'll post here when I've got the car back in my posession, then I'll start on those thank-you notes.

Car retrieved, with assistance from keith_m043. It was parked in about four inches of water. (Good: I'd thought ahead to wear boots in case of slush; Bad: turns out these boots don't keep water out, and I got the hem of my skirt a little muddy climbing into the car.) Stopped to add fuel (Good: there was (relatively) cheap gas to be found out thataway; Bad: apparently no gas station in Baltimore has squeegies and windshielf fluid out (I took a circuitous route home, looking at gas station after gas station but admittedly did not hit the north half of town) and there was a lot of mud on my glass). I got some of the mud off with a handful of snow, but the lack of proper tools in their once-customary locations annoyed. Ran out of spoons before dealing with MVA stuff; will try to do that tomorrow (having just realized they'll be closed on Monday, and my license-renewal deadline is Tuesday). Again, thanks to all. Me fall over for a little while now.

Ooh, I seem to be the babble-tired flavour of tired-Glenn tonight.