Whew... scary moment when we were driving to Mass at Holy Trinity this morning: we were driving along behind this bright yellow Mustang -- and my mom had been remarking that the color looked like it belonged on a 1960s or 1970s Mustang -- when the car suddenly stopped short and swerved around a Plymouth Voyager that appeared to have stalled out in the middle of the slow lane. We narrowly missed rear-ending it: My dad managed to swerve around it, going into the breakdown lane and back onto the slow lane. All this at sixty miles an hour. It's a miracle that we didn't hit anything and that we weren't even nicked or bruised, since the sudden movements joggled us around. That bright yellow Mustang probably saved us. We're a little shaken by the incident, but we're okay. Mind you, we were driving in the white 1997 Ford Taurus that my dad recently bought from a neighbor. He's mentioned that it's got really good, tight steering: well, we found out how really good that steering is!
Got my hours for the week: (all times EST)
Monday: 3 pm. to 6 pm.
Wednesday: Ditto
Friday: Ditto
Saturday: 9 am. to 2 pm.
I'm going to have a word with the Frenchman and see if I can't get another day this week to make up for losing five hours last week. ::Kicks the road destructionconstruction crew for blocking off the entrance to the lot::
And in fannish news, I finally typed and posted a fic I've had sitting on my clipboard for some time now:
Now My Dream is Taken From Me
Sandman Comics/Matrix crossover: Morpheus calls upon the Lord of the Dreaming for enlightenment in a dark hour
Which you can read here