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It feels wonderful to read a good book again. I guess this makes two this week, which in the normal course of my life is not many, but it seems like indescribable luxury at the moment. Today's book was Daughter of Fortune, by Isabel Allende, and the only thing I kept thinking as I read the latter half of it was that it retells the same story portrayed in The Mask of Zorro.

Frustration...

If there's a more frustrating way to start my day than being stuck in a traffic jam for over an hour, I don't ever want to encounter it. My already-long 30-mile commute took nearly two hours today. They're repaving Hwy 70 in front of the airport, due to a hellacious pothole problem. That's all well and good, but when I first hear the radio traffic report just after I've exited onto the fateful highway, I'm not at all happy about it. The area was already under lane restrictions because of bridge reconstructions, and now it is down to a single narrow lane. It took me over an hour to get past the construction area, less than five miles in length.

Tomorrow I'll try going north to 370 and see if that's any better. It adds at least five miles to the drive, but it's a nice highway and rarely congested; if they're still working on 70 it can't possibly take longer.

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Just went to have a look at some kids' furniture that a coworker is selling. It's lovely, and the price couldn't be better. So Rosa will be getting a new-to-us chest of drawers and a mirrored dresser. Those should last her for several years. Now to figure out how to get them from St. Peters to my house. First attempt, I'll try to arrange with Ray to borrow his trailer--and maybe his back, too, to help carry them in. We'll see whether we can still help each other like that.