friday, and how i'm thanking deities for it

On my way to work this morning, it definitely looked as though the apocalypse was nigh. The sky was green, the wind was a-whippin' and I was anticipating a spinning house in the distance at any moment. I made it to work dry, luckily, but since then it has rained non-stop. I'm considering swimming home.

But as I pulled off the exit toward our office at 7:38, when I'd left the house at 7:26, I couldn't help but wonder why the EFF the traffic is almost non-existent on Fridays. It's a quandary I've pondered on many-a-Friday, trust me, because I am beginning to believe that there's some magical four-day work week out there that 90 percent of Memphis knows about and I don't. And dammit, if it's real, I WANT TO KNOW.

And I'm sure people are also just more likely to take the day off on any given Friday. But so many people that the roads are totally clear? It just doesn't seem logical. And the worst part of the whole thing is that for the past two weeks, when I've been stuck in traffic for 30 solid minutes, I've had to spend three-fourths of it listening to the lovely people at WKNO beg for money as part of their spring pledge drive. And I say lovely in the most earnest way possible, because if I had any money to spare they would be the first to get it. And one day, when I do, I will pledge every year without fail, because I LOVE public radio. But I couldn't help but be just a teensy bit annoyed that the very first day in more than two weeks that I could listen to Morning Edition uninterrupted was also the shortest commute in the history of me commuting anywhere. Ever.

Did I just find a way to complain about a short commute? Pretty sure I did. Thank god it's Friday.


cheers,
elizabeth