Being at 145 hasn’t changed much of the daily fun. Get up, get ready, drive through stoplight hell of 707 and 544 in a State/County that doesn’t understand traffic movement in the slightest. A clog of cars and trucks bunch up at the red light, then it’s green and the lead vehicle has to wait to the count of 5 before starting through the intersection due to rabid red-light runners. Then as the first car of the clog gets through the light the next light trips to red thus stopping more cars for the clog to mass up together. It’ll turn green, same pause to accelerate by the lead vehicles so that now in a 45mph zone we are inching along at 20mph or less to approach yet another red-light to gather more in the clog which can back up two lights for more than three cycles to get through and it stretches for almost a half mile before you get to freedom on 31. It is only 15 miles as the roads travel to work but it takes 30 minutes to an hour to travel that distance with our current County Council. Nine hours later, you get to repeat the morning travel again but headed home.

Once home we are greeted most days with “Father Dearest” giving us a debrief of the days events at 145 and the “doom and gloom” that awaits our very existence. Greetings of love and attention lurch out at us by the Cat and Dogs (3 – Ma, Pa and Son) while we take out on the back patio after changing cloths. Happy, happy, joy, joy as they want our undivided attention and affection. Then there are the ducks that start waddling to the bird seed area once they see me sitting on the porch. 😉

It’s usually now that I finally get some time to myself 10:30ish. By now I’m pecked for the day and hence the lack of post on a steady basis lately.

Thanks for coming here, and may God bless you. Prayers appreciated.

Daniel

PS. My toe nail has grown back Timothy. It shows the move to remind me daily of the “fun” we had with this move. I so miss talking with you.