First, it was like traffic multiplied from the usual craziness and yet, I was chill. Then I hit about 7 red lights in a row and I was remaining calm-ish. Then I hit 3 red lights that never ever get used, down tiny side streets. I might have yelled a few choice words.
Then I was chill again.
For most of the commute they were working on the streetlamps, replacing the light bulbs. Can't say I have ever seen that before. But it did narrow the 3 usual lanes into one very cranky lane. Then I saw a red tail hawk sitting on a telephone pole which was lovely and I wished I could have taken its picture. But I had to pay attention to lightbulb replacers.
I also saw 14 jet contrails during my drive. To me, that is my brother, letting me know all is well and it's ok. (Long story short, right after he was cremated, we saw jet trails shooting by above the crematorium and it was just one of those stress release moments of "Houston, we have lift off" and everything felt ok for a bit.)
THEN things got realllllly crazy. The toilets broke at work. All three of them. That was at 1. When I left at 6:30, the first plumber had called a second plumber and then the heavy lifting started. Also, their "machines" shorted out the lights. So, they were trying to figure out how to get them back on and still fix the holes in the floors where the actual toilet went.
So, most of the day required me running across the street to the shopping center bathrooms and getting a touch dehydrated because I got tired of running across the street.
Lesson of the day?
Sometimes, you just have to laugh! OMMMMMM
BUT! Look what my lovely friends at work gave to me for my birthday! Not pictured is the Not Your Momma's Pudding that my awesome friend made me because it was in the fridge. So GOOD.
Not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and delicious