One nagging drawback of living with my parents is timely mail delivery. My parents have some theory that as long as they don't throw out my mail, I will someday see it, and that's true to a point. For example, last night I ran across a packet from my car insurance company. They wanted me to fill out a survey for my renewal, with the note that I was subject to cancellation if I didn't return the survey by the 19th of January.
Initially I supposed I'd just call Tuesday, since what were the chances they'd have administrative staff on hand on a holiday? But my anxieties about leaving an overdue bit of business undone grew, and I realized: they're a car insurance company. They have to have somebody answering the phones even on a holiday. So it could be worth calling after all. They're a really nice company and I'd rather stick with them as long as I can.
I did get a real person and explained the circumstances, and she said they'd renewed my policy and sent the bill for it out on Friday, so I should receive it soon. Well, good. I did have a little chance in policy from selling off the dead Sable; she said that while the first insurance installment would be unchanged they'd send out a new bill reflecting the change of car status. Also, she apologized, but she wouldn't be able to issue a refund for the six months in 2009 that I didn't own the car until I sent them evidence of my selling the car. I hadn't asked about refunds and didn't suppose they'd be offered. You can see why I don't want to lose a company which actually apologizes for having a harsh rule like that about refunds in place.
Trivia: The contests in Chamonix 1924 were officially declared to be the First Olympic Winter Games by the International Olympic Committee during their meeting in Prague in 1925. Before then the games were officially called an International Winter Sports Week, although much coverage described them as Olympic Games. Source: Encyclopedia of the Modern Olympic Movement, Editors John E Findling, Kimberly D Pelle.
Currently Reading: Big Blues: The Unmaking Of IBM, Paul Carroll. (Well, what else could I read next?)