Lunch Time

I contemplated getting some food and sitting at my desk over the lunch hour, catching up on the mundane details of a quick cross-country move. Instead, I chose to drive a few miles with the windows down and the radio on (listening to "Jumping Someone Else's Train" by the Cure!! Hello age 14!!) and see stuff like this:

No one around. Just me. Ahhhh...on the drive back to work, there was an enthusiastic advertisement about traveling to go see snow and skiing upon it. Huh?

-P

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