So recapping yesterday: insomnia, oversleeping, driving to the MARTA station and having the power windows on my car die—driver-side fully down.
So, bleary from sleep deprivation, I had to figure out what to do with my car: leave it at the train station in one of the highest crime-rate cities in the nation* or drive home and switch to the hubby’s car and end up very, very late for work.
I ended up leaving it at the station, gambling that I could awaken Matthew via cell phone and have him swap cars before someone either hotwired my car or stole everything out of it. As it turned out, I couldn’t wake up the hubby, who is an astoundingly sound sleeper, until noon (his usual waking time) despite ringing him every fifteen minutes or so. But those spirits and deities who watch over flustered, harried insomniacs were vigilant, and my car was neither jacked nor targeted by opportunistic thieves.
But I’m now looking at a $450+ repair bill to fix my @#$!% power windows. Sigh. The cosmos is not exactly smiling upon my save-money-to-fly-to-Singapore endeavors.
* Technically, the North Springs station is not in Atlanta proper. Also, it bears mentioning that the MARTA rail areas are some of the safest places in metro Atlanta.