Every time I hear some one say how much they love Autumn I want to just scream at them. “You wouldn’t love it so much if you needed an hour and 50 minutes to drive 30 miles!”
Maybe I should just relax. Maybe I shouldn’t let it bother me. I was actually doing okay with it until today. Something changed this morning. I don’t know what, but I went from passive resignation to teeth grinding frustration. Damn you, traffic. Damn you to hell!
The really pathetic thing is that it always feels like it’s as bad as it could possibly be. “I’ve never seen it this bad” is a thought that runs through my noggin’ a few times each morning. But when I stop and think clearly, I remember that I said the same thing over and over again last year. I also begin to recall multiple days with two hour drives. There was even a two hour and fifteen minute drive once last year.
So while it’s soul crushing to have to drive half way from New Hampshire to Rhode Island at an average speed of less than 20 miles per hour. I cannot make myself feel better by thinking it’s as bad as at gets…
Because I’ve actually seen it worse.
Summer can’t get here fast enough.
Inside the Red Head's Head 