Adventures with Tri-Met Lift

I went in to the office today (normally I telework, but we had our monthly All-Hands meeting - last one was in August, I think).  I knew there was no way I could wait around to carpool with Roger - when we carpool, he drops me off about 6:00, and then it's frequently 5:30 or so by the time he picks me up.  I was having a hard time with that when I was healthy - what with Hank's extra ballast and my head having turned into a flaming ball of sinus-snot this week... just not happening. 

Approximation of the inside of my head

But!  I finally got signed up with Tri-Met Lift and thought "Ha!  I'll set it up for them to pick me up at 3:00, get home about 3:30 or so... it'll be great!  Well, not necessarily great - but survivable."Around 3:30, I started getting nervous.  Finally, 3:45, the bus arrived, driven by an arthritic 62-year-old woman (guilt!  guilt!) who proceeded to hit most of the backroads in Portland (and quite a few of the potholes.)  Finally home by 4:45 and went straight to bed with the Moose - didn't come out until Roger made me eat dinner and update the blog, and now I'm heading back to bed.  My boss wants me to start coming in to work more often, and I thought that this would be a great way to do it, but I think this is going to need some refinement.

Incidentally, I'll leave you with a fun homework assignment - google "flaming ball of sinus snot" and switch over to images.  For one thing, it's not a google-nope.  At least one other person has typed in that exact phrase before.  For another, you get some of the oddest random images - a bottle of cocaine, a picture of a golden retriever, Sneezy, something from coveredincathair.com, something called a "baby nasal aid"... very, very random.