Monday is a dick

2002-12-16 - 1:59 p.m.

We moved on Saturday. San Francisco's interpretation of winter involves a lot of raining. The phrase "el Nino" got tossed around a bit by the Bay Area's newsfolk (who are all morons umbilically connected to their teleprompters). Rain rain rain while we're moving furniture into the U-Haul. Rain rain rain while I'm driving the rented beast up I-280. Rain rain rain while we unload the truck. Trees blew onto the highway, and roads flooded (much to the dismay of the local BMW driving contingent. Note to all who drive: when a road becomes a pond, it's no longer a road. You'd think that would be obvious, but multiple drivers not satisfied with simply hydroplaning into other cars, trees, and sundry ditches plowed straight into the 2 foot deep puddles, where they remained reluctantly parked until the Professor could fashion a tow truck out of coconuts.).

We cleaned on Sunday. Five of us wrestled with 2 years worth of garbage stock-piled in our garage, scrubbed every surface we could find, vacuumed, steam cleaned, and the such. Rain rain rain.

And here comes Monday, the smug little shit. Monday brought the Sun for a little visit, just to spite us. Well, guess what Monday - you're off my X-mas card list! Go fuck yourself and your beginning-of-the-work-week weather variations. A striptease of sunshine when I'm at the office won't make me forget the misery and cloud diarrhea you dumped on my weekend.

Monday aside, the move went as well as could be expected. Now we have to work up the ambition to unpack.