Taylor started his new job this morning. Unemployed jokes are off the table, but you can pick on him for his commute. He is now doing a very similar commute to mine, and called while I was getting ready for work to complain about how terrible 290, the highway that runs into Worcester, is. I've been saying this for almost six years! He has always said I was too dramatic, that it couldn't possibly be that bad. Today, he learned how bad it is! I've got a feeling that our moving timetable may have just moved up!