Mood
I’m in this weird angry mood right now and I don’t know why. Christina asked me if it had to do with Sam leaving, and that probably has something to do with it but only at the very deep subconscious level. The drop off was fine, and my ride home was literally one of the best ever. US 11, shadowing Interstate 81 through New York all the way down to the junction with I-476 near Scranton, is a beautiful road that follows the Chenango River, the Susquehanna River, and the old Lackawanna Railroad. I should have shelled out for batteries, because the pictures of the old railroad viaducts, with the words “Lackawanna RR” embossed in copper, were priceless and majestic. The trip home was nothing less than caffeine-powered zen.
So I don’t know where it’s coming from. I think I’m just tired and restless.
