grayness

The road I hit is the one to work. Every (work) day it's two hours of my life, one there, one back. A little less if I'm lucky, a little more if I'm not. More often than not, I'm lucky. Fortunately, I have my inner monologue and the radio.

I have a perfectly good alarm, but it doesn't get used much lately. But I only woke up 15 minutes before it would have gone off this morning, so for this morning, this is the extent of what I will say.