I have a stack of ten books to read for work. Literally.

I like to think that I have a commuter friend. This morning I sat at a stoplight waiting to get on 65-S next to a guy who was on a bike and wearing a striped tank top. Tonight, as I rushed from work to my Financial Peace class, I drove next to the same guy, wearing the same tank top, riding away from downtown on Gallatin. Maybe we'll be friends. Who never actually meet.