In which I have a bad case of “I hate Iowa” syndrome.

In contrast to the buzz and hustle of my amazingly fulfilling working vacation in NYC, here’s a ‘relaxing’ image [read that as absolutely dripping with sarcasm] of this morning’s commute:

Yeah, that’s about a thousand acres of soybeans, two hundred thousand dollars worth of farm equipment, and two human beings.

I’m so lonely.
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