I thought I lucked out by having a post office around a half-mile from my house, but alas Google Maps lied to me and it is just a drop-box; I will be forced to go the mile to Thayer Street, which isn't really much fun in the cold. Mind, I'd have to go to the post office even if I were living back in MA since I don't have exact stamps for domestic, let alone international. That was just an easy drive in a familiar place. Even in England I had post offices every which way I needed to go and one on campus. *Whinges more.*
So no, no post sent. I have to brave one-way streets before that. Instead I withdrew a tenner from the ATM nearby to activate my new bank card and said, well, at least serendipity has put a liquor store in my path. (The kind young woman working there was the one to confirm that it was just a drop-box and that once upon a time Google had tricked her similarly.) So I said, "Well then, instead I'll just have to buy some cheap wine" and she said something about silver linings, as you do.
Now I have some cheap twist-off moscato and, my friends, I will be drinking it out of a rainbow mug. (
To think I put trousers on for this. Now that I've written up this post, I'll start with the drinking and get back to the lesbian webcomic Unicorn Plan-It with random productivity, like poking at more job sites *sigh*, all without leaving my room.
[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]