I don’t like Mondays
While I may not be as bad as this, I still don’t like Mondays. You know you’re going to have a weird day when your normal 30 minute commute takes 50+ minutes, and you see a fish on the side of the road.
Yes, that’s right, I said fish. I was doing my normal slow crawl up I-95, driving around 15 mph or so, when I looked out my window to play my regular game of “count the lost hubcaps”. And there it was. A big, honkin’ fish, maybe a mackerel or a tuna. Like perhaps it had fallen from a delivery truck or something. But if that were the case, why was there only one? So then I thought, maybe it was some poor fisherman, on his way home , ready to show his wife the trophy fish he’d caught, when it fell out of the truck.
But then when I got to work, and started talking it over with my co-workers, the thought was raised, “What if it were a sign from god?” Or a sign from the mafia? If that were the case, then who was the sign for? I’m not a big believer in god, or the mafia. But nonetheless, there it was, a fish on the side of I-95 in Northern Virginia.
The only good thing about having to attend meetings at our downtown Headquarters building is the knitting time I can get in on the shuttle bus. It takes 1/2 an hour each way, which gives me that extra hour of knitting time. I was able to get about an inch or so done on the second sock for my niece. Since this is a Christmas gift that is only three months late, I’m glad to say that I’m finally nearing the heel.
I have more meetings scheduled downtown this week and next, so the sock will get done pretty quickly that way
For tonight, it’s back to the exchange gift, and pondering the mysteries of the fish.