Awww. Dogs are my family. They sleep with my wife and I when ever they want. They are home more than us, so its their house.
Two Border Collie mixes, they usually just snuggle, but if they take over the couch, well, I will sit somewhere else.
We adopted them, from a bad life. They deserve a good life. They have one.
They are protective, and very loving. We give what they give to us.
On Saturday I left for work about 3:45am; yes “AM”. I did not make every one of the dozen traffic lights on the way to the freeway, but it was close. I was on the priority street the whole way, so the red I hit was real short. I saw about 4 cars total before I hit the freeway.
We have a reasonable number of cars on I-95 at that hour; nowhere near crowded but also far from deserted. But what is unique about Miami is the speed of traffic when traffic is light. From my onramp I have a 45+ mile drive to the parking structure at work, all of it freeway except the last 1/4 mile. Suffice it to say it was quick. Much quicker than it would be at 10am, much less 7am on a weekday.
Then I got a parking space about 3 spaces away from the optimal space in a ~1500 space parking structure.
That commute may not have been perfect, but it was probably my career best ever. At least for any job that wasn’t WFH.
Since covid my commute went from over an hour to across the hall.
Once upon a time I lived a city block from work. I did have to cross an intersection kitty-corner/catty-corner/cater-corner/whatever. I guess the perfect commute was not needing to wait for the light to turn after my first crossing.