Coulda, woulda, shoulda, but didn't. Looking out the window into the morning darkness I searched for the puddles in the street to see if it was still raining. It was, although lightly. I contemplated hitting the road anyway, because, frankly, I'm feeling kind of desperate at this point. However, there were complications. The Sister in Law had an early flight out and needed a ride to the airport, so if I went out for a training ride, I would be committed to riding the commuter in to the office. It was looking like I might have to do that in the rain, so I reluctantly decided I'd better opt for the car today and headed for the kitchen to make some coffee. Naturally, by the time we took off for the airport the rain had completely stopped and the sun was coming out. Damn! I really needed that ride, too.
The New Orleans airport is about ten miles West of home, and so our return trip landed us squarely in the middle of rush-hour traffic. What a frustrating experience. How do people do this every day?? Half an hour, at least, of bumper-to-bumper traffic on Airline Highway got us only to Causeway Blvd., but miraculously the congestion eased at that point and once we got into the city proper it was relatively smooth sailing. I should mention that the smooth sailing was under bright sunny skies on dry roads. Damn!
So at work the first letter I open is from AAAS telling me that the postal service is still telling them that my office address "is not yet qualified for periodicals class mailing." WTF??
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