Monday Monday

Ah, life in the slow lane. Pick one...they're all slow.

I was fast asleep this morning after a rather hot weekend, compared to the past 6 months, but nothing compared to the next 4. As 'out' as I was I still stirred when the now-familiar "beep beep" of our drivers Sprint phone blared. Do they have a volume for those beeps, cuz MAN they're loud!

BEEP BEEP
"You seein' what I'm seein'?"...BEEP BEEP
"Ya...nuthin' but brake lights for miles!"...BEEP BEEP
"Hey 66...where you at? You seein' this?"...BEEP BEEP
"66 here...ya, I heard there's a small accident a few miles ahead."...BEEP BEEP
"No kiddin', we're in a PARKIN'lot back here!"...BEEP BEEP
"Mumble mumble...blah blah blah"...BEEP beep
"hd jdhjlkaue jdh ue ajdh"...beep be

If you could see me grinning in the dark when they said "accident" you would understand. Bliss...utter bliss. That 12 Liter, turbocharged, 430 horsepower Detroit Diesel rumbling in the back worked almost as good as when mom used to tuck me in REAL tight and sing a lullaby.

It took me an hour and 35 minutes to get in today and I slept every minute of it...minus a couple for the BEEP BEEPs. It doesn't get much better than that...and on a Monday even.

Seat 1D had to wake me up when we got to my stop. Thanks! She's the greatest.