I had hoped that the traffic situation for my daily commute would be improving by now, but apparently not. It's been foggy the last two days, as in proper pea-souper, Sherlock Holmes would feel right at home along with the entire population of Silent Hill and that depressing novella by Stephen King foggy, but I still don't see why it should take well over an hour to travel less than thirty miles.
I seem to get in from work, do a bit of studying, have some tea and before I know it I'm falling asleep half way through whatever we are watching on tv, and going to bed before getting up at stupid o'clock to start the whole groundhog day over again.
As a result, I'm tired and a bit fed up. Blue skies and sunshine, nao plz?
* Appropriately enough by 'Foghat' ...