Four cars at the Corner of S and Harris here in lovely Eureka, California. Of the four cars, two drivers (both, ironically, female) are texting as the cars creep forward. Just a scant few days ago I was almost hit by a woman on her cell phone as she pretended to drive.
I fear the next one who comes close to hitting me is going to end up with her/his phone down her/his throat.
On an unrelated note, had a wonderful dinner last night with my supervisor and her friend. Played a good prank on the friend that was spoiled by my supervisor's inability to keep a straight face. Excellent conversation ensued ... after the out-of-town visitor got her senses back. (Welcome to Eureka! We're all a bit mad here.)
My daughter is napping. The rain has gone away. The sun shines. Really feeling the need to go get a burrito at Chapparita. Just hope I don't get hit by someone Twittering as they zoom to the Co-Op. Fuckers.