Yesterday was so lame that I hesitate to relive it through writing. It was almost completely about my attitude, but still. First, the boyfriend and I are on the outs. When I asked for a ride home from yoga, he said he wasn’t my chauffeur. I then asked about the nighttime bus routes, he thought the closest one would drop me downtown. Unfortunately, I do not believe that we live in a world where it is safe for women to walk alone after dark. I try to avoid it whenever possible. It was cold outside. My car was stuck at the bottom of the driveway. (Later, he would say that he didn’t know that based on our conversation that he had refused to give me a ride.) Thusly, I had to spend what was already a very busy and exhausting day, shoveling snow, chaining up my car (I had to do this several times, threw a chain twice. Broke it a third time. Slid sideways down the driveway several times, rather quickly, I might add, careening toward the Porsche. Fortunately, I never slid into any of the cars that were in my path. Eventually, after kicking up a lot of ice, I made it to the top of the driveway and safely parked. All of this because he wouldn’t give me a ride, even though he had nothing going on and his car is four-wheel drive, and gets around wonderfully. I wasn’t going to beg. 
The day could have been easier, and to be fair, today has been much better. I’m staying home and getting work done, which feels good. The rest of the week has been full of work for other people, teaching, projects, but nothing to do with my own dissertation or projects. If I don’t get to work on it at least a little during the week, I freak out. So, that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend. Working. And relieving stress by doing so.