disappointment...

ok, so....i worked for weeks archiving the photos and prose that documented my eldest's TransAmerica bicycle ride in 2009 as a tribute for his 30th birthday....and he was underwhelmed by the gesture to say the least....which is code for he would rather have had the cash.....gentle readers, as i age I am less likely to leave cash to anyone, let alone my children.....at this point, the blind native american fire fighters of South Dakota may be my charity of choice.....

an ominous sign.....

ok, so I came to my senses when I got to the roundabout this morning at 7:39 am.....wtf was I doing on the road to Danville rather than on Faulkner Station on my way to work.....I recall that I was trying to pin down the essence of the dream I was dreaming as I was waking up....and/or I was following the station wagon that barreled down Gwinn Isl. Rd. just as I was pulling out from the circle. So...I pulled onto the connector and then onto to 127 and arrived at work about the same time I would have if I had gone the correct way..... Is this how the semi-senile suddenly find themselves lost, several counties from home...they get caught up in their daydreams and simply follow the cars ahead of them?...I am unnerved....