Went outside this morning before 7 am to move my car (ah, the joys of waiting for the new neighborhood vignette) and found that the city’s snow-removal services (ah, the joys of winter) had bashed my wrought iron gate in (ah, the joys of ownership) and broken it, so that now it won’t open and I can’t get out.

These soda crackers and tea should last me a few days…

UPDATE: According to the city, I have to send them a letter claiming damages. The processing time for such a request is 2 to 3 months, and I’m not allowed to have the thing fixed until they come back with a decision. Not joyful!