In which I consider how I spend my time.

I almost always drive in the left lane when I’m driving through Fairfield. The outside lanes are cracked and pitted and I don’t like them because they’re so bumpy, so I spend an inordinate amount of time behind people who are waiting to turn left. (The main drag through town is four lanes; no turn lane.)

When I’m old and dying, this is the kind of thing that will flash before my eyes.

In other news, I can’t stop clicking on the random image box and reading old posts. There’s just something so neato about trolling one’s own archives!