My day started with a trip to the Dentist. A trip 20 miles away (don't ask why I don't have a closer dentist). 20 miles away with an 8:30am appointment having to drive though the Downtown Tunnel to get there. Really, not the best way to start the day. I left my house at 7:15am, and got through the tunnel in decent time. . .. about 25 minutes from Frederick entrance ramp to entering the tunnel. I knit while waiting in traffic. . . pretty easy to work on Picovoli while barely inching along in traffic. Got strangely FEW odd looks from other drivers who noticed me knitting. As I drive along 464 I hear the traffic report of an 8am bridge lift at the Steel Bridge. I look at my clock and it is 7:55. . . .should be sufficient time for the lift to clear and traffic to be moving again by the time I get there (oh yeah, a tunnel AND a bridge to get to the dentist!). I get off 464 onto Dominion Blvd and see traffic moving. Yay! No bridge issues. . . until I get another mile and see the red lights begin to flash. It is 8:10. . . apparently the bridge lift is running late and I am the 4th car in line. I put the car in park and knit some more while some sort of fire boat makes it's way under the bridge. It is now 8:20. I make it to the dentist at 8:25. I am called back at 8:30. Now, keep in mind, this is an appointment to check my new night guard, no cleaning or real dental work. This means by 8:40, the doctor has seen me, approves of how the new night guard is wearing, and I am sent on my way. My heart sinks, knowing that this was not nearly enough time to clear traffic. I finally get back home at 9:35. . . .2 hours gone for 10 minutes at the dentist. As a result, I ate this for breakfast:
I went back for extra whipped cream when the strawberry to cream ratio dipped too low. If I had to drive every day, I think I would gain 50 pounds!