The day started with the truck low on gas and the van unreachable behind lumber. And I had cookbooks for my older son in the trunk and no time to switch. So I took the truck and got gas and headed for the packed, slow as Hades freeway. I really hate this commute.
Telecommuting is a frequent thought.
There were multiple big-rig accidents every morning this week and then tonight. Making a bad commute worse. Small cars should not tackle 18-wheelers. The roof and walls of the addition on the house is a shell with wires dangling and I came home in the dark to step on the path and went into the excavated hole for the new walkway. I tottered to the door in the dark.