time travel

It's always difficult to plan how much time you need to get places. It's more difficult to plan how much time you need to get somewhere 40-ish miles away via freeway travel.


With my move comes a much longer travel-time/distance to get to work everyday. Lucky for me, I get to drive through lots of construction with diesels on one side and cement walls of doom on the other. Some days bring me cars that are slower than molasses. Some days I get boxed in between diesels, doom walls, and molasses cars. These days I start to worry about making it to work on time.

Other days, there are cars on the freeway with me, but they're either really slow or really fast. Perfect speeds for me to maneuver my way through at speeds between 5 and 10 over the speed limit... cops won't pull me over for that, right? These days I worry about what I'm going to do at work for 20 minutes before my shift starts.

I guess it's good that my car clock:

appears the way it does. I don't stress or worry about how late or early I'm running. I can't! Sometimes I can... If I push on the display in just the right spot, the numbers will show up. As soon as I stop pushing the display, it's back to alien time travelling display.


Occasionally, as happened today, I get in the mindless routine of driving. Long, straight, boring drive to make every day. On my way home, naturally I was paying attention to the road and cars around me, but all of a sudden, I found myself driving in the carpool lane. How is it that one can operate a vehicle of such power, stay in the winding lanes, avoid collisions with other cars, but not realize where they are and what lane they're in?


Too bad I can't apparate instantly instead.