I wonder if it's ever taken me longer to get home from work than it did today. It might have, but I doubt it.
I did pick up the artist formerly known as Frau Lobster on the way home, but it was on the way. It saved her hubby from having to drive out into the madness with our offspring.
I left the office at 4:15 and got home at 7:00. If I hadn't given my ex a lift, I might have made it by 6:45. Seriously. To paraphrase Don DeLillo, I met traffic that spoke in quarter inches (Cosmopolis, sometimes my favorite of his).
I had a few moments, between State Line & Metcalf on 435 where I could almost drive. But it was pitifully short-lived.
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