caught up in other things.
I was on my way to work today. The car I was in was very, very small,
and I was jammed in the back seat behind a driver who clearly liked to
sprawl and had his seat way back. So because I'm both tall and fat, I
was squished. I had to duck, and even so, every time we hit a bump of
any kind, the top of my head would hit the roof of the car.
kittytech, in her infinitely helpful way, said that it was
too bad about my head, but at least it was hard enough that it shouldn't
be a problem. Sheesh! Talk about supportive girlfriends!