It’s the earliest start time yet.
On the road the drunks are still weaving… I haven’t reached or realised my usual disdain and give a wide berth.
My patience is rewarded with 6 hours sleep by midnight. There’s a light at the end of that tunnel on a cool November morning and I am safe on a rock hurtling through space at unimaginable speeds and once again realize just how little control I have in the grander scheme, however the choices are abundant.
Dennis Mantin
