What Happens When You Have Too Much to Do

Winter weather finally came yesterday. It's been a long time since I've seen any real winter weather -- Honduras was a nice escape in January of last year. Yes, at this time last year I was sweating it out 90 degree weather and hoping that the water would be running when I got home so I could cool down.

This morning I had to leave the house by 9 A.M. because there is a funeral at the church across the street. Because of the high number of expected vehicles lining the street, my road is going to be closed from 9 to 1.

I went outside at 8:55 A.M. , thinking that was plenty of time. But, as noted, winter had come.

I put the key in and unlocked the car door. I pulled the door handle up. I broke the door handle. I went to the passenger side door. I hit the door repeatedly. I rammed it with my shoulder. I hated it with all my passion, but the ice did not budge. I tried the back door. I tried coercing it into a cooperative state. I tried imagining that I was in Honduras. All I accomplished was an exercise in futility. I wasted 15 minutes.

Plan b. Hot water. Works like a flash. Genius. No more broken doors. And no sign of a road closing. I check the news. Funeral scheduled for tomorrow, January 16, 2005.