I have vacation envy. All my coworkers are having vacations, and mine isn’t until August. Ah, well.
It’s been unseasonably rainy and cool here, and I am loving that. What I am not loving is the traffic that goes with the rain. Texans are hardly able to stay on the road in the best of conditions, but you add a little water to the road and it’s like Bambi on ice. Bryan and I were texting each other roads to avoid last night. “Don’t go down X.” “Ok. Don’t try to go down 5.” “Where are you?” “I’m at Y.” “Get off on T because Y is at a dead stop at Y and V.” “Ok.” (And by texting, I mean I was talking into the voice recognition feature on my phone while sitting perfectly still, not punching keys while I was driving. I’m not a native Texan.)
You know, I feel very fortunate to have a spouse who cares enough to help redirect me in traffic. I like him a lot, and I think that liking counts for more than just about anything else. I’m also very fortunate to also have the “anything else” going for him, too.
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