Why did the geese cross the road? Because the sign said to.
It had already been a goofy week.
After the work-day tree cutting adventure, during which everyone in my office building was trapped inside due to the fact that both driveways were blocked by tree service vehicles, I was looking forward to my Friday off.
Sure, I was scheduled for my Remicade treatment, but I always sleep through that, and I really needed a good nap. Getting there turned out to be a mini-adventure. It’s nearly summer, in Buffalo, where there’s only a tiny window of time appropriate for — road construction.
Gotta fix those potholes, repave those streets. Just another minor annoyance to be dealt with.
The parking lot at the medical center was being repaved, and with only one entrance in and out, it was a bit tricky weaving around to the back. Just one more…
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