How karmic, or perhaps ironic, that I spent last night in a parking lot in Manchester. The entire night. In my car.


My headlights refused to come on, so I couldn't go anywhere. I do have an open invitation to spend Thursday nights with my sister in cases of snowstorms, thunderstorms, overtiredness, etc but the thing about broken headlights is that I wouldn't have made it two blocks before getting pulled over. And even if I made it all the way to my parents house without being seen by a cop, which is highly unlikely, the trip would include one *already* very scary stretch of highway, a stretch that has very few lights, and the road to my parents house, which is long, windy, steep and has almost no streetlights. They don't quite live hanging off the side of a mountain but you sometimes get that impression.

So I pulled into a brightly lit area, locked my doors, rolled up my windows and spent the night reading and nibbling on snack food until it was light enough to risk driving home.