Two staff out sick, so today ended up teaching all the field trip classes instead of getting my...anything done, then after work drove a raccoon (probably a dumped pet, although he could be acting tame due to his brain being addled from distemper, which can happen sometimes. He seems alert and healthy, so crossing fingers it's the former) to a wildlife rehabber who's going to quarantine and monitor him and, if he checks out healthy, stick him in with a few other dumped pet raccoons she's overwintering so he can learn to be wild. Arrived at her house in the middle of a pouring thunderstorm deluge-of-the-century, and then when I went back out to my car, it wouldn't start. Hrrm. Either something was wet or the battery. Called roadside assistance with my car insurance and then spent the next hour sitting on the rehabber's couch waiting for them while her six cats checked me out, lol. Roadside assistance finally arrived, car started within a few seconds of the jumper cables being attached, so made it home - hooray! Might have to go back in to work tomorrow if staff are still sick, so crossing fingers it was just the solid wall of water I was driving through that mucked things up, and that car will start tomorrow because ain't no one got time for this, lol
In other news, if you liked "The Martian" I highly recommend this fic: You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart
“Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”
I laughed a lot, reading this - also, waff in the form of prescribed cuddle therapy for Watney to combat the trauma of all his involuntary alone time on Mars.