After blowing through that red light (at 37 mph) I wasn’t much in the mood for anything else.
I’d like to stay home today, but I have errands to run again. Darn it.
And I lost my mailbox key again. I hate with this happens. That’s twice now since I’ve moved here, and I’ve NEVER lost my mailbox key, no matter where I’ve lived. I lost it between the office and home. Maybe a football field’s length. Mostly on pavement. Go figger.
I wouldn’t mind a day of catball myself, but duty calls.