"This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about"

There is one good thing about leaving at midnight for a four hour drive: Virtually no traffic. Only giant trucks and Cops. Just set the cruise and lean back. Very peaceful. Even heard that song Roxanne:

“Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
…”
I also heard this song during my drive:
“… And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone …”

Drank starbucks and ate Jerky to stay alert. It wasn’t really needed since I napped before I left. I left so late or early depending on your view because I have to input a two digit number into a computer before noon. I didn’t want to feel rushed.
I don’t think I’ll be making this drive, which was once a regular venture, anymore. In a way I will miss it. I somewhat enjoyed the opportunity it gave me to meditate on things and really only worry about one thing; staying on the concrete.


“...The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.” – 'The Silver Stallion' by James Branch Cable