A fun morning commute on the ramp to I-75 in Detroit. I let out a long sigh as I inch forward with everyone else making their way into the city.
Swish-thud, swish-thud, go the wipers as the vents blast heat to overcome the damp chill. I take a sip of my coffee and lament how much I hate days l like this to my empty car. I’ll take wicked clouds and a thunderstorm over depressing, dreary rain any day.
The day is likely Monday, with weather like this.
Did I have meetings that day? Possibly. It’s also likely that I tried to mentally shift gears to happy thoughts to keep this cold, gray, bucket of suck from permeating my mind.
At least it’s not snow and ice.
And you have an attached parking deck to park in, so you won’t be arriving at your cubicle drenched.
And the heat works. And the wipers work. And you still have coffee left in your travel mug.
And it’s a job you are on your way to.
This is all true, but how I would love a break in the clouds.
Swish-thud, swish-thud, swish-thud..
Sounds exactly like the weather here—I feel it!
It’s dreary here too, again. They said we’d have sun yesterday and I got all excited.