About seven hours ago, I was writing a post here. But, I lost the text and then I went to bed. I would recreate it, but at 9:00am those words don't make the same kind of sense they did at 2:00am.

Seen on the Highway:

A woman in a convertible with a refrigerator in the passenger seat.

A flatbed truck with a dozen 10-foot tall fiberglass guitars.

It's warm outside, it's baseball season and the McRib is back. What wondrous times we live in.