Magical Morning

We almost made it today.

My 43 mile morning commute took one hour and 50 minutes this morning.  The best part was the last mile and a half on route 93 South.  At the speed limit, it should have taken a little less than a minute and a half, but instead it took 28 minutes.  That was some serious awesome sauce right there.

As incredible as the trip was, it didn’t quite break the magical two hour threshold.  It was as close as I’ve come in the month that I’ve been back on the highway, but not quite there.  I’m sure we’ll get there soon enough.

(Note: This post is flooded with sarcasm.  In case you didn’t realize that)