I missed the shuttle this morning by literally about a minute. (I probably could have run after it, but I just didn't feel like the indignity.) This is what I get for taking that extra second to blow good-bye kisses at the cats and water my basil. The extended-cab truck that had to drive extra-slowly (small up and down ramps) in the parking garage in front of me and the woman on the stairs in precariously high high-heels probably didn't help. I'd feel worse about being late (most of the time) if I didn't carry lots of work with me to read over on the ride...