Photo essay of my Saturday.

I had a childhood moment. Buttery (albeit microwave) popcorn and Pepsi. Do you remember when microwave popcorn was a special treat? It was so much more expensive than the bag of corn you popped in the air popper. Or maybe it was that Mom was too freaked out by whatever vile, liver pickling preservatives were to be found in that goop gluing the popcorn to the bottom of the bag.

A woman was ill at work. One of the folks on my team. Ill enough to ask us to call an ambulance. A little freaky.

These photos are my day.

This is the road I take from the hotel to the freeway. It's six lanes wide with a grassy, treed median and most of the way is through an industrial park complex:














Even the signs are bigger in Texas:



















I take 161 to 183 towards Ft. Worth:














I keep telling you it's concrete airport industrial park wasteland, but it does look rather treeful and almost pretty... it's not:














My desk:















I know, bad girl, I stopped at Whataburger on my way home for an egg sandwich and a small fanta orange: