#MondayThoughts: My own private highway.


So it’s Monday once more. Perhaps you’ve noticed. If you haven’t, I hope it’s because you’re somewhere lovely having a wonderful time where it doesn’t even matter what day it is anymore.

That would be nice.

I’m still adjusting to the new distance and new visiting hours for my mom, and, with #NaNoWriMo, it seems like I could have made better decisions.

Not sure which ones, but some.

We’ve figured out the traffic pattern to make the long drive the least long it can be. Least long? Shortest? Take the least time?

There has to be a better way to say that.

But it throws off the day. On the other hand, we learned being too late can double the length of the trip.

That’s not great.

Ah, the fun of a major city plus its suburbia shared with millions of others. I think we should get our own private highway but as of this writing, no one has agreed to set that up.


Besides that, it’s another sunny day, the kind we usually get in October, not November, but we had all that drizzle in October so maybe they switched places.

Who knows.

Anyway, that’s enough babbling for one day. Have a great Monday.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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