What? Another title?

I'm wingin' it again. I guess I'll complain about my drive again. Depending on the time it can be fairly quick (35 minutes) or a slog down a four lane highway in molasses like fashion. Tonight's traffic (Tuesday) was so slow that I kept a diary of the trip. (Insert rim shot here). 

There was a little incident. For a moment from time to time the traffic would break loose and speeds would pick up to 40 or 50 mph. There was about a two car gap in front of me and suddenly this guy comes in diagonally from the left and cuts in front of me.
I was, in order, shocked, scared and angry. I did not want to be behind this guy. I had an opportunity to change lanes to my left. I was slowly pulling up next to him, as my lane was moving a bit faster, I looked over and called him a certain body part. I'm sure he could read my lips. He flipped me the bird and I told him to be fruitful and multiply, just not in those words. This is not usual behavior for me on the highway or anywhere but every once in a while you come across a real cement head.

Apart from that I found out today (still Tuesday) that I will be working in a store on the other side of Boston. A location I have never been to. Once again the drive is not difficult and Boston is not physically big. It's really a straight shot. Unfortunately I will be joined by a few thousand of my closest friends. I'm going to a store that's having a grand reopening. Now the person who assigns people to such events knows both Arlene and me. She also found out recently that we are together. She's sending both of us. This is only for one day. At least as far as I know at this point in time. Fortunately I will have good company to share my misery.
I've worked my share of openings and grand reopening and they are usually a mix of confusion, making fun of company officials, hanging around and checking out the remodeled store. 
Since we are going together Arlene and I decided that we would stop at our favorite restaurant and have an adult beverage. Just one. We don't get to spend much time together due to our schedules. Sunday is about it.

After the weather improves a bit more, Arlene suggested that we go to Copley Square in Boston. She was recently there and said how much it's changed in the last 40 years. I used to work there in the 70's ad 80's. I was there a few years ago when I went to the Boston Public Library which is a few blocks before the marathon bombing sight, but I didn't walk around the area. I have some shots from a skywalk, 50 floors up, in Prudential Building, of Copley Square but I never walked around the green space and fountains. I never took in all the different architecture from modern to classic. Hopefully we have a sunny day.

Apart all from that I have to go to bed. I should be there now. I want to be here now.

Nighty night,
I'm outta here.