An ocean of red brake lights.

Now, I'm not necessarily saying that I loathe the drive to and from work. Nor am I saying that it was definitely a good idea that T. and I bought a brand-new bigger house closer to the office (even if we have to wait 21 months for the house to be built.)

But what I am saying is that I spent more time in the car tonight, struggling with the absurdity of the 401, than I did watching the whole of tonight's Monday night movie. [It was The Blue Angel, in case you're asking - details to follow in the days to come, traffic permitting.]

The saddest part of this post is that I had almost 2 hours to dwell on it.