This morning there was an accident on I-35 south at Wells Branch, and it closed the southbound lanes. Consequently, it took me an hour and fifteen minutes to drop off Bay at his school, which is only six miles away. The funny thing is, we don’t even take I-35. We cross underneath it. But the whole area is completely messed up. I heard it took one of our friends almost four hours to get to work. With no traffic, it would take about 20 minutes, I would think. And she left home at 6am. Ugh.

As bad as the traffic was, I shouldn’t complain. I would imagine that the person whose car was destroyed didn’t make it…