I hate hate hate Kingston's buses. In addition to running late 3 consecutive days now, and causing me to miss my connections, this morning the back door of the #3 slammed shut unexpectedly as my sleepy self was exiting, and caught me right on the temple with the strength of a vice grip. Ow ow ow. Its enough to make me want to give up on busing, and go back to biking to school and home. Except that I'm getting a lot of comments about the safety of biking on icy roads while pregnant, and I know that my family and friends do have a point there. I already slid over inelegantly at an intersection on a patch of black ice, and if the light hadn't been red, the outcome could have been a lot worse.
Still. I've never been assaulted by my mode of transportation before. That, and the night of freezing rain followed by a morning of warmer rain which turned all the roads and pathways on campus to boot-soaking slush has made this a grumpy-Porsche morning.
And then I received this in my e-mail, and it made me feel better. Oh, the eventual possibilities I haven't even considered.....
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