“10 months of winter and 2 months of road work”

Yep, it’s true — winter must be over, because there’s road work *everywhere.* (Plus side: it’s always good to have a realistic excuse handy for being late to work.)

My commute takes me through three towns. (Small towns; it’s not a long drive.) Each has its own unique way of handling road work.

1. The Half-Pave. My town started paving this road, right? LAST YEAR. Then they stopped. Like, I had to ask someone ‘there really is normally *more* to paving than this, right? didn’t this road used to have lines on it?’

2. The Meandering Tree Work. The next town down the line started — a few months back — taking down trees along the road and power lines. They worked their way all the way down a particular road. Once we all thought they were finished, they started back the other way. Now they seem to just pick a spot at random along the road to do one of the following: a) stop traffic; b) drink coffee; c) stand around doing a hellalotta nothing.

3. The Deja Vu. A classic maneuver for the town I work in goes like this: first, put up signs announcing road work. Second, block off the road and dig it up. Third, fill in the hole and slap pavement on top of it. (NOTE: it’s Very Important that steps 2 and 3 happen in the *same day.*) Fourth, repeat daily for at least a week. I never have *any* idea what the goal of this kind of road work is, except to baffle drivers.

Anyway, it’s road work season. All the more reason to *start* the drive with a caffeinated beverage in hand, instead of waiting until I get to work.

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Day 11 (if by 11, you mean I wrote it this morning)

Hardwood floors were never meant to be slept on. The people who had told him ‘as long as you have your regular pillow, you’ll be fine’ were obviously liars.

Day 12 (scribbled out a few words at lunch, while — not even kidding — three people made envious comments about my peanut butter and jelly sandwich)

“These people have committed crimes, you know. It’s not like they wound up wanted by accident.”

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