pockets of fog
Jul. 31st, 2022 06:08 pmThis afternoon I made the last trip to Durham to feed Da Olda Sistas doggo. It was clear and sunny when I arrived at her house. I parked the car and left the driver side window open. I yelled over to Detective Pigglesworth's grave that I would be stopping by to say hello in a few minutes. It took me about 15 minutes to take care of all the chores in the house. When I locked the door to leave I saw the sky was black and it was torrentially raining. I sprinted through the mud in my flip-flops, yelling to Detective Pigglesworth that I would catch him on the next go-round. Hopped in the car, wipe all the raindrops off of the door and headed on my way. What could be more fun than driving in a blanket of rainfall? Of course, the answer is....the traffic lights being out for the entire trip! Two of the intersections I traversed are stupid busy all the time. The intersection at Brier Creek was a nightmare. 94% of Americans are absolutely horrible drivers and they all were there at that crossroads. I handled it in the most reasonable of ways. Turned up the radio, closed my eyes and gunned it through the traffic, damn the consequences! I luckily made it home alive. If by script, as I pulled into our parking lot the rain stopped. It was a harrowing drive but I am sure the doggo appreciated my effort.
On an unrelated note....hey, San Diego Padres...who designed these? Stevie Wonder? They are effing AWFUL!!!!

On an unrelated note....hey, San Diego Padres...who designed these? Stevie Wonder? They are effing AWFUL!!!!
