All the talk about commuting on a 990 over in Orange Crush has me wanting to adjust my current ride into work. In fact, work is slow, and I am jonesing for any ride at all, RIGHT NOW. Now, you gotta understand something right up front. I don't have a commute in the sense that most of you do. In fact, even if I did live in one of those big concrete jungles that inspire so many to commute at all, the fact that I live a whole .6 miles from my work would probably mean that I'd walk rather than deal with even that whole half-mile of cage-borne madness. But I don't live in one of those places, and most mornings I see somewhere between two and five cars on my way to work, so I ride. Since I go to work most days between 5:30 and 6:00am, extending the commute is not attractive to me, as these are the DARK hours. Not dark as in no light, but DARK as in the Forest Rats are out and I don't need one in my lap. Besides, my wife prefers me to take a little time on the way home to get work out of my system, so I get a pass in the evenings... But, I digress. === While Wretched waits patiently in the parking lot (Who?!? - see: Wretched Excess), my day is DRAGGING. Don't know what's up, maybe folks didn't get their reminder calls, but they're sure not showing up for their appointments. The ultrasound closet is quiet, but I'm stuck sitting here in case the next one actually shows up. Cue the crickets... It's a beautiful day outside, or so I'm told: About as warm as I like it, but not yet too hot. My boots taunt me from the corner: As my screen saver silently reminds me what else I could be doing... As the second-hand of my el cheapo wall clock clacks its way through the day, reminding me of just how slowly time is passing, I realize that it's gonna be the perfect evening to test the second fan I installed last night, if I can just get out of here and go find some slower-going dirt. Wretched has some new, awfully clean belly-bling as well that needs a scuff or two: ...so all I have to do is make it to 5:15.