An open letter...

To the lady who happens to take the 6:30 a.m. bus with me from the Park and Ride:

It is 6:30 in the morning. I am a pretty polite person in general, but you should be able to tell from my body language that it is too early in the morning to engage me in a conversation about the weather, the bus system, or about pretty much anything at all. Until I get in a cup of coffee and my run, you are dead to me.

Grumpily yours,
ScienceMama

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To the driver who tried to run me over this morning:

Look left AND right before turning right on red.

See you in hell,
ScienceMama

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To the forces of nature:

Thank you. After weeks of temperatures below freezing, 40 degrees feels downright tropical.

Happily yours,
ScienceMama

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To the Bean:

Please, please, please... go back to sleeping through the night. Mommy is so tired. So tired.

ZZZZZZ

With love,
ScienceMama