Why is it, then, that they feel compelled to pass me often in excess of 100 mph (I’m doing typical expressway 75-80, and they pass me like I’m parked)so they can bunch u, stopped, a half mile ahead? Is everyone too stupid to understand that this is what CAUSES the stopped traffic?
Oh, yeah. Sorry. nevermind. Nothing to see here, go about your business.
in getting Dick Lugar fired this morning. Don’t know if it will take, but it won’t be because I didn’t try.
That being the point.
I love waking up and hearing the rain and the thunder, opening my eyes just enough to see the flash and count for the crack, and drift back off to sleep.
My dog, on the other hand, does not. So I have had to sit up with him again, lest he drown the household in his anxious drool, a puddle of dog slobber outside the bedroom door to slip in barefooted in the AM.
Doesn’t make for a very good day for me, but i do get a lot of reading in. This morning it’s The Wee Free Men, fairly appropriate based on yesterdays post about sheep.
I’m going to be a bit disapointed when I’ve been all the way through Pratchett, but there have been very few disapointments. “Night watch” was the first one I had to speed through out of boredom, and then it was only twenty or so pages that dragged.
