What is this? Monday? Really? And a little after 5AM. The Sea of Red has arrived a little early.
Speed limit - 55. Speedometer - 31
Meh.
That, along with hitting every other red traffic light, it was a slow inbound morning. Stop and go, lurch and sputter, an accordian of multi-ton contraptions move their owners towards their pay-chores.
In the parking garage, quite a few other office-droids have arrived early this morning, taking up much of the near parking. The walk to the building entrance will be a little longer this morning - not a bad thing, as it's a fairly nice morning for a walk. The laptop bag slung over the shoulder and lunch bag in hand, another work week begins, as does another trek towards the end of the day.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
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