So, this morning, as a break from my routine of leaving at 6:15 to be to work at 7, I had breakfast at Rancheritos with some friends at 6:30. It was lovely. Caught up a bit with how they're doing, found out some interesting information about the goings-on at the old job, and then we all had to take off. It was about 6:45 when I actually hit the highway.
Anticipating the brake-tapping and general non-speedy highway conditions, I threw on some good, awake-y music on my ipod. Generally, I'll make it through 10-12 songs that are around 5 minutes each. Today, I made it through 7. I was here at 7:20--20 minutes later than normal. That's a small price to pay for having breakfast with friends. :)
The odd thing was the traffic flow pattern: there was so little traffic that, at one point, there was about a block between me and the next car in front and behind me. I had the whole highway to myself for a quarter mile. It was lovely. There was the occasional straggler that lagged behind the mass in front of me, or the lead foot who had to zip ahead of me to the next clump of cars, but for the most part, it was me and a whole lot of blacktop.
It has to be Friday. :)