Seriously?

After driving 114.6 miles today in the city and on highway, I hit every stinkin' flippin' obtrusive overly abundant stop light, R E D minus 3 greens and a couple yellows (which yes, I ran). Basically, out 100 stoplights, 99.9 of them were red. Certainly I am not the kind of person to swear at such a thing on this horrible Monday that started with an argument before a "good morning". It ended well however, with a nice couple hour conversation with a friend. Throw in an I-don't-care-how-sunburned-I-get afternoon of floating alone on a lake and you've got a basic summery of my oh-so-delightful Monday.