I commute on an interstate known as the Schuykill. It’s a gnarly beast. Bordered by water on one side and a bluff on the other. Once you’re on it, you’re pretty much locked in. The rage is often palpable.

I made my peace with the Schuykill some time ago. It was letting that shit go or shaving 15-20 years off my life expectancy.

BUT, this week. $&!?$@

On my way westward to work, the west bound side was SHUT DOWN at King of Prussia. KOP is approximately 2/3 in on my total drive to work. The back up started about where my choices to take an alternate route ended.

Two hours later I arrived at work. Full bladdered but less surly than expected.

On my way eastward towards home that afternoon, the east bound side was shut down at Gladwyne. 1.5 hours later I arrived at home.

It also bears mentioning that Maxine had inexplicably woken up at 330am that morning. Woke up and stayed up. “Uh-oh” ringing out on the monitor to start and then baby hijinks from there on in.

The Schuykill can get all the way eff’d.

Maxine gets at least one more chance before I curse her name.