Carpool

As we were sitting in the last traffic jam, it occurred to me to take a picture of my carpool mates, because very soon the driver will be gone and we will evolve into another iteration. Spend two hours a day in close quarters with three other people and you will either love them or hate them. We lean towards love.

In other news, I just finished making four quarts of plum juice. The lids are popping as I type. What seems Chekovian about plum juice? I must investigate my literary references!