Traffic gradually speeded up. More than two hours after hitting the backup at Cheney Stadium, we crossed the bridge and resumed normal speeds. Inwardly, I grumbled. That little pit stop had cost us about an hour. Grump, grump, grump.
Family life is an intermingling of blessings and burdens.
Two hours in a traffic jam is a burden. On balance, there isn't much I'd change. Well, maybe one thing.