It was so bad here on Tuesday I called home and told Rod I wanted to come home. When I was driving yesterday afternoon I was thinking about my first period class with fondness and a smile. So, I guess perhaps there are some positive things going on here.

There has been much to do that is the stuff true dread is made of. Getting an apartment, finding furniture, getting a car and finally, getting that car registered (which meant I had to give up my NY license). the stories I'd heard about the Nevada DMV suggested I'd be giving up 8 hours to accomplish those two things. So, when I went to Toyota to pick up my green slip necessary for the DMV, I told the receptionist that I was planning on spending all of Saturday at DMV. She said, "No. Just show up at 3:30. They close at 5:00 but have to take everyone in the building if they want to go home so there's no slowing the process." I must admit I was skeptical but what the hell. So, after work today I went to DMV and met success. A mere 45 minutes later I walked out with a pair of Nevada plates and a temporary Nevada driver's license. Guess God was looking down on me and smiling.

And, speaking of Toyota. I had to go get the green slip. It does not get mailed. So, just another errand for me to deal with. Anyway, I got what I needed, drove home and talked on the phone. About an hour later I realized I received the wrong green slip. I called to make sure mine was still there and raced back in to get it. Mind you, the Toyota dealer is 25 minutes from here. I was a little cranky and thought they should buy me dinner. When I walked in, the receptionist was all apologies and gave me a 25 dollar gas car. So, it's all good.

As for my impressions of Nevada, well, I think it's full of pierced people with tattoos. I'm off to the Hoover Dam tomorrow so maybe I'll see a different type of person.