Rental Office

In the morning, M and I get moving early. I'm back on the clock, so with a brief stop for some grub, I am mobile and working.

I am a little disturbed by the excessive anthropomorphizing of my coffee, which declares in the first person that it is hot. Although this is true, I would prefer a different, third person approach to conveying this information.

Work rapidly becomes consuming, and we're at Dulles before I know it, being picked up by M's dad and heading into VA.