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.

Think fast!