A celebration of the well-chewed fly
I just fought my way through the daily morning commute from Hunterdon County to Essex County experiencing the usual accident caused lane closures, tractor trailers glued to rear bumpers, gravel falling off dump trucks playing that paint and glass chipping tune like a symphony on my brand new car and counting the out-of-state plates with seemingly extra-rude drivers all while contemplating the tasks waiting for me in my office. Grabbing a cup of coffee I usually hit Matt's blog before taking on the business day. What a particularly nice treat this morning. Somehow even today's batch of paint chips don't matter.
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