A Monday night story… It’s date night and I’m running 20 minutes behind leaving work. I’m responsible for dinner and there’s only a few things from the farmers’ market in the fridge. I pound on the steering wheel and yell a rainbow of inappropriate things as I inch up to the bumper in front of me. Some days I think road construction was invented for slow and traumatic torture. Screw road construction and tough days. Not going to let it ruin my date night. In 30 minutes I’m going to have a gorgeous local meal on the table. Maybe even enough time to fix myRead More →