6 am - scrambled egg on toast sandwich & iced coffee for breakfast.
6:30 - ran a load of laundry (whites), wash, dry and put away.
7:30 - set out on grocery shopping mission, with a stop at hardware store for a few necessities.
9:15 - pull into driveway to unload and notice that I was followed home by an RB police cruiser.
9:20 - learn that auto registration expired in June. Colour me embarrassed.
9:30 - receive ticket for expired tag for $50.00 payable to the RB Court.
9:50 - unloaded car, checked today's DMV hours (noon to 8 pm).
10:20 - on the road to the DMV hoping to be one of the first in line. Don't want to waste the entire day.
12:05 pm - pass inspection and must visit the registration desk in person. Bother!
12:15 - given ticket # C 432, and wait. They call C 398 as I find a seat.
1:40 - there is an unpleasant altercation at window 9 and guards are called in. Not pretty.
2 pm - C 432 is called to window 7. Nice reception by a very cordial man. Present inspection results, license, insurance card,
2:15 - all information is updated in the DMV database, (including email to receive notice of the next impending expiration date) $90.00 is charged to my credit card; $80.00 for a two-year registration plus a $10.00 charge for the expired one. Bummer, but could have been worse.
3:30 - stuck in traffic on the way home, tourists and road construction create nightmarish conditions.
4:15 - arrive home hot and exhausted with a splitting headache. I realize I've eaten nothing all day since that breakfast sandwich 10 hours ago.
4:30 - throw a salad together and wolf it down with a leftover Chesapeake spicy sausage link. Feel better fast!
4:45 - get out sewing kit and replace missing buttons on 3 shirts, and it ain't easy with these old eyes.
5:15 - glass meets ice, gin, olives, and a touch of vermouth. Immediate temporary bliss.
5:40 - 'hello nurse!' prepping dinner while nursing the martini.
6 pm - the entire day is shot and there is little to show for it, at least, in the 'fun' department.
6:20 - post this useless time-line to the blog in a desperate effort not to feel sorry for self.
Only good news is the Prop 8 was over turned and found to be unconstitutional. Woo Hoo!
And so it goes.