Rush Hour

Two blog entries in one day. I should be careful not to burn myself out.
Anyway, here is an illustration of why I now enjoy walking to work. Nothing is worse than sitting in endless lines of cars and taking ten times as long to get home than you know is possible without it being rush hour. Instead I walk briskly home listening to my IPod unfettered by the agitation and resulting ire that driving brings.
The only annoyances now are having to follow Marlboro smokers down the path, taking in lungfuls of acrid smoke and my crap Philips headphones falling out of my left ear.