Apparently, I am not meant to get to work this week. On Wednesday it was (potential) jury duty, yesterday I had to get new tires and now I learn that all lanes of 880 are closed just past my exit because of a spill that was initially called sewage, but now is being described as “milk by-products“. Either way, it’s at least ten miles of stop-and-go traffic, and I honestly think my best bet is going to be to go across th Bay Bridge, through San Francisco, down 101 and back across the Dumbarton. Which is a ridiculously long way around, but I guess I should face it; there’s no use driving over spilt milk.
Best. Reworking. Of. A. Cliche. Ever.
And now I will officially eschew using one-word “sentences” for emphasis. If not quotes intended to indicate “irony.”
It’s funny ’cause it’s true.