... oh.

I hate being late.

Most of you know that about me already. I was told having a child would lessen that attribute of me a bit but it hasn't. I apologize if someone has had to wait 5 minutes for me, and people are known to wonder if something has happened to me if I'm more than 20 minutes late since that's an extreme rarity.

I was running 2 minutes late from preschool dropoff. Nobody at work ever notices or cares, but I do.

However, this morning a semi had literally just rear-ended a hatchback in the left turn lane right before my office parking lot where I should have been if I was on time. All were ok but obviously the hatchback driver was rather pissed off.

I got in my office, emailed my husband about it, and he said that one of his coworkers told him someone had rear-ended a truck on one of the arterials I take to Kieran's preschool just after I had driven through.

Apparently nobody in Seattle is paying attention this morning. Be careful, be a few minutes late, but not too late. It's not the end of the world.

♥♥♥♥benefits♥♥♥♥

I knew there had been some changes in our benefits coverage, but had no clue that I could waltz in and out of my first eye exam in over 4 years for a $15 office visit copay and a whopping $4 for a new pair of gas permeable contact lenses that should come in next week.

My prescription has changed very little (yay gas perm stability) but my current contacts are badly scratched. This and not grad school is why my vision has been utter blurry crap for distance and night. I was blanking on how until I remembered they were both blown completely out in a wind gust last year plus the nasty Metro gravel incident in January probably did them in.