These changes may be insignificant in the grand scheme of my career, however they are nonetheless grueling to tackle all at once. When I finally settled into the general groove of things, my weekends would see relief once more.
I had planned for an optional break for indoor plumbing facilities at the halfway mark, though we ultimately bypassed this stop and headed straight for Thornbury. By the time we had realized, the closest McDonald's was already thirty minutes away and required backtracking.
"Why don't we have more of these?" asked the sleepy polar bear, as eyes were taken off the road for a split second - not that any road signs were read. "They look nice."
I rolled my eyes, as aesthetics were hardly the reason for installation. "I don't think you can put these anywhere." I stated, matter-of-factly. "There are probably regulations that specify their proximity, and Canada has laws on land use. Some are restricted areas that can't be touched."
"Did you want to eat here instead?"
"No." Brewhouses were simply too slow of a dining experience while on a schedule. But I responded instead with an answer that the sleepy polar bear could identify with better instead: "I don't like their stuff."
And it was true, for their cider had been average and Ladder Run had been blacklisted.