I wouldn't exactly call this an ideal start

On the bike path this morning, I realize that I forgot my inhaler at home. Working on two hours sleep, having a slightly sore throat, and the straight uphill bikeride home being iffy anyway, this is enough to launch me into a full scale panic attack. I call home, Pan works relatively near by--too bad he starts an hour from when I do. I call Gee, always ready to save the day, and he immediately leaps into action to fetch my inhaler. I have it in my hand before 8 o'clock, I'm thrilled, and then as Gee is pulling out of the museum, he's pulled over by a motorcycle cop.

Immediately this feels like an injustice, because the guy drives about 16 mph. He drives so slow it periodically angers other drivers. Not only does he drive the speed limit, he frequently drives below it. It Mapquest estimates a trip will take three hours, driving with Gee it will take 4.

He's pulled over for not wearing a seatbelt (though he was pulling it on) and for not putting on his turn signal (there wasn't anyone for miles around...except, apparently, a motorcycle cop). It just so happens that he forgot to put his brand new insurance card in his wallet...and his old card expired YESTERDAY. Now he can either pay a fine, or go to a class on seatbelt safety in a trauma ward. This is a guy who began to sweat like you wouldn't believe when Pan was reading a nosejob scene from Pynchon out loud--I can't imagine how he's going to handle a graphic video.

Sitting at my desk, I'm scared to move our luck has been so off today. Send positive mojo, please.