So that's thing one: the weather has really dragged me down.
Thing two is probably more specific to me, although it's still very much weather related - on three seperate occasions in the last two weeks, I have done major cosmetic damage to my newish car. First time was the day after the biggest storm, when the roads were a lot narrower than they normally are, and the hedges are substantially harder. Doing a k-turn, I backed up against an icebank wrapped around a big hedge, and put a nice little dent in the rear fender. Then, about a week later (after a small snow and the resultant plowing), I smacked the front right bumper pulling in my the driveway at about five miles an hour into half of a massive ice block that had been a mountain of snow next to my driveway, but the plow had cleaved it in twain and thoughtfully deposited a gibraltar-sized chunk into the driveway. There was a loud and depressing crunch, and a quick examination revealed that the bumper had actually shattered at the corner.
THEN: two nights later, driving back from class in Midtown Manhattan, I smacked a pothole on the Palisdaes Parkway. Hard. Although I was going the speed limit, it was an immediate blowout. I limped on until I could pull over at the closed Alpine Scenic Area. On the plus side, I think I may have set a personal best time for changing a tire. When I walked in the bedroom around 11:30 to tell Yesenia what had happened, she just laughed. And really, what else can you do?
According to the assessor, the damage in full comes to around $1100 - which is good and bad news. The bad news is that it doesn't quite reach my deductible (each item has its own deductible), but it's also about $1000 less than I'd been fearing. So thank heaven for smallish favors.
But still, it does mean that my next few days are going to be a little complicated - dealing with insurance company, body shop, and car rental, all while still going to work, getting to class and watching with grim anticipation as the Polar Vortex rolls in for another round. I mocked it once before, and now I understand its power. I wish I knew what to sacrifice to it to appease the Angry God of the Northern Wastes - apparently, my fenders and front tire were not penance enough.