January 6th

I left home at stupid o'clock and headed to San Francisco.  I backed out of the garage, wound the driver's side window up and immediately blew a fuse.  I'm calling that a coincidence for the moment :o)  I stopped and got some spare fuses on the way in to work.  I managed to slope out a little early, and it made a massive difference in the commute - there were far fewer stops and slow downs, and no fat women screaming abuse at me for not letting them push in front of me in the traffic.