Mondays are always good traffic days. For some unknown, unfathomable reason hardly anybody drives to work on Mondays. So, I can indulge myself a bit and sleep in a few minutes longer on these days because I know traffic will be good. Today was no exception. Indeed, the freeways were wide open. I was doing 70 the whole way in. Which was good, because I had indulged myself a little too much this morning. However, things took a turn for the worse as soon as I got onto the T-Mobile campus. The parking garage gate was down. Nobody was around. I started thinking, “Is today Sunday?” That’s when it hit me: today is President’s Day and I didn’t have to work.
I wrote a haiku last night as I was trying to fall asleep:
Hello, it’s the sun,
Soon I will be sick of you
When you’re way too warm.