Lack of Forward Motion on Visa

To whom it may concern:
I have left the Big Apple (report to ensue in seperate posting) and am now back in Massachusetts.
My passport is still at the British Embassy in New York. Apparantly their computer was having trouble "capturing" my biometric data, which had been so carefully done at an INS application support center in Brooklyn.
Rather than hang around NY and overstay my welcome with NYsis, I have returned to my old stomping ground of Belmont.
Yesterday's adventure included waking at 3:40 am, going back to sleep, oversleeping until 6:22 am, therefore missing the 7 am Lucky Star bus to Boston.
I left An Apartment on Third Avenue and 91st at 6:40 am, took the number 6 train to Canal Street/Chinatown, walked several blocks toward the Lucky Star bus terminal, and found that a Fung Wah! bus was leaving for Boston at 7:30 am. For those of you not familiar with the brand names, either of those buses will take you from one Chinatown to the other for a total of $15 US. If you should take a chance with the Fung Wah! bus, you run the risk of speeding up the highway going 80 mph with flames shooting out of the back of the bus while the passengers alternately implore the driver to get off his cell phone and pull the bus over, and dial 911 to report a bus fire.
We arrived in Boston in less than four hours, and that included a rest stop somewhere in Connecticut.
Once in Boston, I took the Red Line to Harvard Square, where I ran into a startled Dr. Klemens M. whilst waiting for a Belmont bus. We talked about London, the global economy, the state of the US election, and general politics. I give a shout out to his wife, Dr. Laura M., who is a Wellesley College Class of 1980 classmate of mine. "Hi, Laura!".
My bus came about 30 minutes after his left, and I was ensconced at the Knittin Kitten, the World's Best Yarn Shop, before 1 pm, where I passed a very happy afternoon knitting and chatting. MaryAnn served cheese and crackers, Marilyn brought sponge cake from Chinatown, Barbara B brought beads (being the bead pimp, she always has something shiny with which to tempt us), Claudia knitted, and Susan brought hugs and requests for recipes for the guests she was hosting in about an hour and a half.
Erica came to collect me at 5 pm, and I got cleaned up for our dinner with Elizabeth R. on Pleasant Street. As they prepared to build a fire in the fireplace after dinner, I excused myself and walked back to Erica's before the torrential rainstorm set in.

I don't know when I'll get my Visa, so I look forward to more days of visiting in Belmont.