Here is one of the reasons (besides the obvious ones) why the kids’ Christmas vacation week pretty much rules. Today I left the kids’ Dad’s house up in the great white north of New Hampshire, and pulled into a parking spot at work 54 minutes later.
Monday is a telecommuting day for me, but I had to go in for a morning meeting (which was then postponed) so I drove home at lunch time to finish my work day at the dining room table where I belong. 44.1 miles in 44 minutes. Absolutely brilliant.
…and probably never going to happen again.
Inside the Red Head's Head 