THanks for the pep-talk, everybody–seriously, you all know I couldn’t do it w/out you!!! But yesterday’s post was a little self-indulgent, so I’m going to ponder the vagaries of traffic for a moment…
Tuesday–Left the house at 7:25, encountered a couple of slow downs and got to work at 8:20. This was a little later than I wanted–I’m planning to have a full prep period this year, so I want to get to work around 8:00. (I have a prep period for 1st period–I don’t see kids until almost 9:00.)
Wednesday–Left the house at 7:15. Encounter two accidents, a downed traffic light and a drive through back-up of epic proportions. Arrive at work at 8:45.
Thursday–Ladybug and Cave Troll NEEEEEEEEED me this morning, are cuddling and clingy and I can’t bear to make them move any faster than absolutely necessary. Leave the house at 7:40, encounter NO TRAFFIC, NO SLOW DOWNS, and NO ACCIDENTS. Arrive at work at 8:20.
Can I just say that Sacratomato traffic sucks ass-scented rocks? Yeah. That’s what I”m saying.
your curse words are funny, Amy. I found myself describing someone as a prickweenie this evening. I have NEVER used that word!
It takes us twenty minutes to get to work. If I see more then five cars on the road in the mornings, it makes me wonder whats going on.
Traffic ALWAYS sucks rocks! Around here, the caution is, “Watch out for possums and assholes.”