Life in the fast lane, but not the fun kind. Like the fast lane inhabited by lumbering semis on the Queen’s Way as a person drives from Michigan to New York via Canada.
Many days I think of Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I want to say this is a sort of, kind of, almost caught up day.
But I’m afraid I’ll get hit by a semi if I say it aloud.
So I’m whispering it here on my blog.