Gauche Blue Sky and an Red Alpha Romeo

So on Tuesday I had this fabulous day that started with a perfect sky that looked like something one of my art professors would have painted. It was his favorite colors, sky blue and white, and it somehow looked really flat, like gauche on cardboard (his favorite way to paint, don't ask . . . ). And then at work I discovered a text message from my b.f. to brighten an already good day. The baby had slept for nearly 3 hours, so I got to just sit and read . . . And on my way home, not only was there no traffic, but I was passed by a red Alpha Romeo. (I'd say vintage, but I've never seen one that wasn't). That's the first time I've actually seen one of those driving on the road. Only in California . . .

But then yesterday, the spell broke. The baby only slept an hour (except in the stroller) and I not only hit major traffic on my way home, but nearly missed rear ending someone who pulled out ahead of me from a near stop as I was accelerating in a lane moving at least 30 mph faster than the other lanes. Quite scary. Very relieved that my breaks work well.

It seems like most of my posts have to do with commuting these days. I guess that's because I can't talk about my life and my work are so, um, routine. Which is fine with me--that's how I like it. But it doesn't make for much to say. Maybe I should just accept it and create a category for commuting stories. Or maybe not.