Thursday Morning

This morning the commute was TERRIBLE. Maybe it was because it was the day before Good Friday and everyone was taking a 4 day weekend. Dunno. I DO know that there was no one on the freeway...practically deserted. The bus flew in to work today...I only got to sleep for about 50 minutes! That's hardly any nap at all! I count on a full hour each way.

And to top it all off (probably because we were so early) they went out of their way and dropped me off practically at my office door! For CRYING OUT LOUD! I need to walk at least a block to wake up. So I walk in all groggy-eyed and the one or two people that get in before me say "What happened to you? Bad commute?".
And I say "Ya less than an hour".
"Oh, sorry about that...maybe it will be better tomorrow".
They don't understand commuting from the Central Valley. Tomorrow will be Friday. Fridays always have the worst commute in the morning, so we get in really early, and Friday night we have to sit with all of the weekend campers heading for the foothills so it's a really long ride home...hour and a half plus sometimes. Nobody, and I mean nobody, wants a slow commute home...ESPECIALLY on Friday. But it always happens. So that leaves Monday...gotta love the Monday commute. It's always a GREAT nap...barely creeping along the freeway...very restful. Ah Monday.