Reprieved by fate . . .
Friday, December 11, 2015
Remember that old TV series, The Fugitive? That was a tag-line in the intro, week after week. And nope, I never got to watch it at the time it first ran, no TV at my house during my childhood. bBut somehow the whole series was obtained and I watched it in my law-school years with DH as distraction from the woes and tribulations I was enduring then! Kinda ironic, because I too was getting on a bus day after day after day but for commuting rather than in pursuit of the one-armed man/running from the authorities!
And yesterday it was transit woes that provided the reprieve from the second bizz schmooze session.
Got away with just 1 strawberry at the first round (and responded happily to the inquiry, "Haven't you lost a lot of weight?" from a guy who'd seen me in September, same weight, by saying, "Pretty steady for the past 15 years thank you!" He offered the opinion that it must have been the outfit!! Will wear that combo again!!
Then headed for the city, bound for round two, only to discover on the radio there were massive snarl ups on the highway due to accidents, plus massive back-ups on internal routes once in the city. Tried valiantly, pursue alternative routes, then realized it was gonna be a 2 hour + trip in and another 2 hour + trip out and . . . bailed. Sent a regrets email. Came home.
Treated myself to a (small) glass of white wine with a bowlful of my supper soup.