Dear Cop stopped at the corner of Interstate and Rosa Parks at 3:30 pm on Thursday: I know you saw me look at you as I totally ran the red light and was 110% convinced you would be coming up behind me with your lights on. Thank you Thank you Thank you for not pulling me over. I can only assume that my plaintive look accurately communicated all the following:

- I just finished 4 grueling hours of divorce negotiation and my brain is completely fried
- I also spent part of my morning being screamed at on the Max by a lovely gentleman who really wanted me to talk to him
- I am just desperately trying to get home to have one hour of solitude before I have to go pick up my toddler and start in on the second shift

Thank you for reading my mind and allowing me to continue unencumbered. I am seriously grateful.