Of course, I guess I can't really complain, since my morning commute wasn't as bad as the two who killed themselves on the highway and caused all the backup. When I finally got up to where the accident had occurred, where I was made to turn around and go back, I could see the cars. If you really used your imagination, you could almost make out the one used to be a car. Made me think, if Picasso had painted cars, that's what they'd look like.
Anyway, I'm now back from lunch with Starbucks in hand. Maybe the afternoon will be better.