I have a house full of guests.
Part of the freeway is closed due to some idiot hitting the sign and knocking it onto the road.
I’m fantastically late.
I’ve only had a few hours sleep.
And…it’s the Fourth of July, dammit!
I don’t like to complain, but why do I have to go to work when everybody else in their right mind, slept in and will be doing nothing more stressful than BBQing?
Maybe this will all pick up tonight.