Well that was a pointless venture. A friend of mine had invited me up to Seattle to see a show, Black Nativity, that is currently showing at the Intiman Theater. She's about to take over running the lights, so she'd gotten two comp tickets to see the show first. Anyway, in spite of a bit of snow on the ground, I decided to drive up. I had to pick her up at her place in south seattle, and that's where the trouble started. Although the freeways were dry and bare, her streets were icy and horrible. She lives halfway down a hill towards the water, and I made it to her house with a few scary moments, but I made it. Then we tried to leave to get up to the show, and I couldn't get back up the hill. I tried and tried and kept spinning out. We gave up, and went back to her house to wait for the sand trucks to come out.
By the time they came out, it was too late to catch the show, so I just came home.
Meanwhile, Toby was having a horrible day here. He's still not feeling well, and he just wouldn't stop screaming for Jed. He wasn't hungry, wasn't wet, wasn't tired...just wanted me. As soon as I got in the door he nursed a bit and is now totally sacked out.
I should have just stayed home. Ugh.
