I spent much of yesterday fine-tuning the Foundation website, which should officially launch on Monday, and drafting a press release. When I say much, I mean about 3-4 hours. The rest of the time was spent goofing off, reading Diana Wynne Jones's The Power of Three (fun). And some laundry, oh, and lots of grocery shopping. We were down to chicken broth and bread crumbs, which is not the happiest state of affairs. We needed stuff. Masses of stuff. Many many bags of stuff, not to mention some plants (as mentioned previously), which meant that I actually needed to drive my car to the grocery store (generally a rare event, since the Dominicks is only about five blocks away, and the tiny Greek grocery store is only a block).
It was an adventure getting my car to actually go to the grocery store -- the car was parked a block or so away, and I found the right back tire was half-encased in ice. I kicked away as much as I could, but I still couldn't get the thing to move. Luckily, an elderly gentleman came along who really wanted my parking space, and he talked me through rocking the car back and forth, while he pushed, until after about twenty minutes of this, we managed to get the car actually out of the morass of snow and ice surrounding it. A shovel would have simplified the process enormously, but we do not own a shovel.
I can't believe I've come to live someplace where I need a shovel in order to get to the grocery store. It must be love.