+research, eat, read the news, watch the news, check voicemail, check Facebook, check Twitter, check Pinterest, wash, rinse, repeat …
My first conversation upon arriving at work yesterday lasted about 45 seconds, yet included mention of 66, 495, the GW Parkway and Route 50. Dear Lord, please don’t let us turn into the Californians.
The first time — and three subsequent times — I heard this song, I was driving through the Alleghenies on the way to my grandmother’s funeral.
Say my name and I’ll be there / My love will find you anywhere, anywhere my love