F'ing insomnia.
I hate it.
Between fog, black ice, and about zero hours of restful sleep last night, there was no way I was getting on a bicycle.
And at our moring staff meeting, the head of our policy shop will be there to discuss a major new draft policy my agency released last week.
"Be prepared to ask intelligent questions," my boss said on Friday.
Yeah.
Right.
Whimper.