Ahoy there Bleuxpee.
Yeah, I know. Been forever since I tapped some nonsense into this little white box. To be honest, it’s been forever since I typed anything at all…which is not good. Makes me all dull and rusty.
So let’s start the honing!
I’d like to talk about commuting for a moment if that’s okay…
With rocks and broken glass in it.
What’s worse is that I have a lovely vista of the I-10 freeway from my office window, from which I have an unfettered view of outbound traffic calcifying into a long arterial blockage with bucket seats.
Ends up taking me about an hour-and-a-half to make my way home. And in a manual transmission, that’s a whole lotta clutchin’.
The only saving grace I’ve found about rush hour traffic is that I can actually sit and smoke a bowl of Christmas Cookie on my way home. (Having the top down on the Jeep makes pipe smoking a rather exciting and sparkly endeavor at speeds greater than 40mph.) So that part helps.
The other bonus is the weather, now that things have taken a turn for the slightly chilly*. The shock and disbelief on the faces of the poor bastards that are caught in traffic with me are almost worth the price per gallon. People can’t seem to fathom the idea that I like being outside when the temperature drops, earning me the scoff and ire of the mini-vanities.
And on that note, it’s about time for me to throw myself into the fray. The puppies finished their food and require a fresh bag of poop-in-potentia.
See you in a few more months.
[*by Texas standards.]