August 25, 2007
Lots of driving. Six hours, plus some. Time in the car gives me clarity. It’s time to think or sort out problems. Some people get their answers while jogging or meditating. I – no favor to my physical health – get mine while driving. Usually. But today it was too hot to think. My brain seemed trapped somewhere a hundred miles behind. By the time I reached “just an hour more” (for that part of the trip), all I really wanted was to start crying. That was my response to the 90+ degree heat and 70-percent humidity in a non-air-conditioned car.