The joy is in the journey.

It’s Monday of a holiday week. I’m only working Monday and Tuesday, which means today just had to be interesting. That’s just the way these things go in my life.

First, I managed to get myself dressed and ready in a somewhat timely manner. I had put my lunch together the night before (yay, me!) and basically only had to grab it, my coat, my purse and get out the door this morning. Yet, when I got to my car and was piling the stuff into my cars passenger’s seat, I realized I had my camera in my hand. . . .um, what? My camera. Just what was I expecting to take pictures of? The crazy things that happen at work? My office? What?!

I can only surmise that my camera was sitting on the table next to my front door, and in my state of mind, I thought that meant I needed to pick it up. In my defense, I do generally keep my camera in my purse just in case a moment deserving of a picture arises (like this one, during which teen girls gave me weird looks, but I didn’t care!).

Then, I got in the car and on my way. I was happy to realize that for once, I was leaving BEFORE the bus arrived at my complex to pick up the students! This, my friends, rarely happens. Finally on my way, I ended up trying to merge into a lane on the interstate with a white pick-up truck with a camper shell in the lane to my left. He wasn’t driving all that fast, but just fast enough to be even with the back tires of my car. When I sped up to get ahead of him and get over (I was using my blinker and everything), he sped up. Finally, I decided to let the man have his way and slowed down. What mattered was that I got into that lane, not that I beat him. And by doing so, I let him be all manly. . . because we all know that’s proven by not allowing women drivers into lanes they need into and not allowing others to pass you on the interstate. (That, my friends, is sarcasm.) To further the story, I did eventually get to pass him because after all that mess of trying to get over and him not letting me, when I did merge into the lane behind him, he started driving more slowly. I refuse to believe this was anything but ON PURPOSE! I passed him and went on my way, but saw him again as he was taking the split to get on I-40 and I was heading the other direction. He looked at me and laughed uproariously. I’m not sure what that was about, but I hope he feels all macho and manly today because of his driving prowess. Good grief!

Finally, I was almost at work. There was a weird moment when a tractor trailer went straight while in the turning late, but that was otherwise uneventful. I didn’t have to wait behind any of the people who can’t turn into the roof parking area without extreme braking (which there is no reason for!) and saw one of my favorite people as I was walking into the building (Hi, Mike!). Upstairs, I found some cookies that have been here since last Thursday. I’m wondering if the owner is just going to leave them until Christmas?

That, my friends, is how my Monday began. I hope yours is full of adventure, too. 😉