I got stuck behind a bus on my way home from work. Par for the course for today. On the way to work, I found myself driving in the geriatric lane, with each car ahead of me lulling in traffic, clinging to their right to drive, based on outdated qualifications. I have love for the elderly, but it’s frustrating when I have to share the road with them when they would probably be deemed legally blind if the law-makers cared to test them in the interest of keeping the roads safe. I guess we can’t expect so much.
As I slugged along the route, I took note of everything that I was passing on my way. Everything that’s not available to me right now. It’s easy to forget what freedoms I’m denied, when I’m focused on a schedule. Driving past them today, I thought about what I would do if I weren’t on house arrest…
This is where I would have liked to go running when I woke up this morning.
This is where I slept through the morning and had nightmares that I was back in prison instead.
This is where I would have liked to order a tall soy latte on my way to work.
This was the next best thing.
This is where I would have gone to dinner with friends after work.
This is what I would have worn to dinner with friends.
This is what I wore instead.
This is who I would have liked to sleep with when I went to bed tonight.
And this is who I slept with instead.
Just another wild weekend on house arrest.
270 days to go.