One of the doors on my car is openable only by remote. The rest are done by key. I'm not sure why this is the case, but I'm guessing the lock on the driver's door had to be changed out. Recently the battery on my remote has died and I haven't gone about replacing it yet. This is a bit of an inconvenience because it makes me spin across the passenger's seat or reach across, open the door, and walk around to get in. It's a hassle, but I do it.

At about five in the morning, I drove from my apartment to Eel's so that I could get some sleep and use her washer and dryer while she's up in Sandpoint. The battery on the remote has been dead for month's now and while there is an alarm on the car, in only goes off by way of using the remote. While carrying a huge garbage sack full of clothes and my laptop, I must have hit the alarm button and for reasons I cannot comprehend it chose this opportunity, at five in the morning in Eel's sleepy suburban neighborhood, to go off.

And off.

And off.

I tossed my laptop (in its satchel) in the the snow, dumped my clothes on the driveway and tripped on them to fall onto the not soft concrete driveway and the ice covering it. Not feeling any pain (yet) I ran in the ice, slipped and fell into the soft snow of the yard. While it wasn't as hard as the concrete, snow on your face when it's ten degrees outside is honestly not much better. I ran to the door which was, of course, locked and not openable by way of the remote cause of the batteries which decided to die all over again. I ran back across, used the key to get into the passenger's side, and satiated the alarm the only way it satiates, sticking the key in the ignition.

The laptop was fine, though when I tripped over the clothes I knocked the bag over and spent about ten minutes picking up every loose sock.

The heat in Eel's apartment never felt so good.