Today I had a very surreal experience on my everyday commute to work. It is not often that this drive is cosmically
metaphorical, it's not even fun, exciting, or interesting. It's
typically just a boring stretch of road that leads to another boring
stretch of road, that leads me straight to my 8 hour prison cell.
Sedentary Land. Sit, type, file, email, talk on the phone. Ooops I'm
depressing myself!! Back to cosmic drive :)
To give some back story, my husband was kind enough to take my daughter to
school (yay! hubby bonus points!) so that I could sleep in a little.
Well, sleeping in a little turned into me calling in late to work. Between
heartburn and peeing all night, being 32 weeks pregnant and a little on
the slow side seemed like the perfect reason to come in at 10 instead
of 8. So I slept and slept and had some very strange dreams about a
tiny stuffed giraffe fighting with our Dachshund, Cooper. Must be the
baby's Jungle themed room.
I woke up at 9:45, changed into my super woman clothes (preggo jeans and long sleeve shirt; the boss is
being more lenient on my dress code since I'm huge!) and headed out the
Now this commute, although boring, is never done alone. There are always at least 20 cars on the road around
me, zooming by, honking at each other, cutting me off. Not the case at
10 am apparently.
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