Genes, get your genes

Terrible ride home from my daily distraction. At first, I couldn't tell if I was missing some special event. The two-lane roads I travel were completely clogged. More-so than normal at that dumb little four-way stop. All the two-lane roads were clogged. The six-lane interstate was closed to cook a corpse. Or four. During rush hour.

Should you plan for such eventualities? It's easy to say yes. Just as it's easy to say yes, I'd like to see what my genes say. Do they make me fat? If you're thinking denim, you're going to miss a few messages here...