Yesterday, Brian linked to The Feels Like Forecast, which predicts today, a Tuesday, will actually feel like a Thursday. If this is true, then the concept of feeling like "Thursday" is incredibly similar to what I always thought Monday felt like. Running late this morning (as, I confessed to Bj yesterday, has become the norm rather than the exception), I thought I'd missed my "window" between school bus departures. (Seems they've chosen a bus stop that most effectively blocks the only road in or out of my neighborhood.) So I waited a bit more, and then left... only to find the school bus running behind, as well. It amazes me that it took 10 minutes to get the urchins on the bus and settled enough for the driver to depart at sub-turtle speed.
Then I was 5th in line behind an overcautious driver on the 2-lane road I take to work. Who knew you had to use your BRAKE to go uphill instead of your GAS PEDAL?
Follow this all with printer challenges yet again around the building. If this is what Thursdays should feel like, then no wonder someone coined "T.G.I.F." — it's not because the week is over; it's because Thursday is over.
