The husband and I rode back a few stations last night so that we could get seats together.
Then we promptly gave them up to an elderly couple and stood almost all the way.
...stupid sense of honor and decency...why can't you let me be like all those young, healthy people sitting in the seats labeled, "Reserved for disabled and elderly persons...Federal law requires that these seats be surrendered to elderly and disabled passengers"?!
Sigh. Oh well. Back-ride effort wasted. Back and hip requiring increased levels of pain medication last night (and apparently today too...meg...).
But sense of honor and decency intact.
In other news, I finished the main body of the hoodie this morning! Woo hoo!
...but, change of plans, I must use buttons, not a zipper. The Captain hath informed me that a zipper is a non-starter for him.
I still don't know why; he was being VERY autistic about it, walking around in an agitated circle muttering about zippers and bees and jackets and honey and Animusic videos and candy and pennies and could he pway a game-UH on mah TAB-uh-WET?
...which means he doesn't know how to say what he's thinking, and is frustrated by this but ARGH, why can't you just READ MY MIND...?!
Poor baby...autism is so unfair, sometimes...he's not 'retarded', there us NOTHING wrong with his logical processes and frankly, I suspect that inside his head, he can talk like a politician...but when those thoughts need to be spoken, the whole system just locks up and crashes.
Ah well. Laptop is booted - time to work! I have a lot of fun analysis on tap today...is it even allowed to enjoy your job this much?!?!