Traffic

I swear the world is conspiring to make me late for work today.

I’m used to long drives for work. But today, my commute is about forty feet, on foot. I’m building a stone feature in the backyard. And traffic is brutal.

Just as I was heading out the door to get started, I remembered two emails I had to write, right now. I’d better make another cup of coffee first.And maybe a second breakfast once Eliza's done with the kitchen.

I finally made it through the bottleneck to the back door, where I picked up a four-legged hitchhiker. He said he wanted to work but we ended up played fetch until he settled into the lawn with a chew toy.

I got my hammers out. Before I could take a swing, Vim was on the move again, munching his way across the backyard like a billygoat. A mouthful of grass. A stick. A chunk of woodchip. The little dude is still feral.

I figured I should step in before he got to Eliza’s new plants, so I took him back inside.

And while I’m in here, I’d better make one more coffee.