I'd run you over, but frankly, it's not worth the effort.

Day 13 also is Friday the 13th, which can be the only explanation as to why I have spent an inordinate amount of time in my car this evening.

Clearly, several black cats erected a ladder across all lanes of traffic on I-695, complete with an intricate dangling mirror mobile, and the unseemly hordes decided that this was too much of a risk to cross, so the better course of action would be to just wait for Jason Voorhees to come by and hack the whole thing to splintery shards, so that traffic could proceed. And Jason took his sweet, plodding time doing so.

This isn't road rage... this is road disgust. And it's aimed right at you, incomprehensibly slow driver-people.

Sensation: the current growth is an excellent windbreaker

Palpation: feathery face softness

Personal satisfaction rating: 3 (out of 5 Norsemen)