At some point today I crossed the imaginary line that separates Pacific Time from Mountain Time, and in doing so I was suddenly one hour in the future. There is no sign that tells you when this happens, but I think there ought to be one. My phone knew about our journey through the time machine before I did. It was so sudden, I didn’t feel a thing!
I set out this morning from Winnemucca, Nevada at 7:30 and I just checked into a motel in Idaho Falls at 4:15 local time, which was 3:15 on my watch. So it has been almost an eight-hour day on the road.
I had downloaded a few music albums yesterday but was unable to download another book because the wi-fi at that motel was just too slow. So, today I listened to the music from Come From Away which I thoroughly enjoy and know almost well enough to sing along with. I also heard a couple of tracks from The Greatest Showman but it was too relentlessly “shouty” to listen to the whole thing.
It was no great hardship to switch from that to listening to more of The Antidote, which continues to make me think and sometimes laugh out loud. Today I learned about the author’s ventures into Stoicism, Buddhist meditation, and business goal-setting. He keeps learning more about paths to happiness, and they all have something interesting in common. I’m not going to tell you what it is, though. I don’t want to spoil the surprise for anyone.
At some point while listening to that book, I managed to miss my turning from Interstate 84 to Interstate 86. It is more of a bend in the road than an actual turn, but the road changes its number half way between Twin Falls and Pocatello. At exactly that point, there is a massive construction project going on, probably to build an overpass. Anyway, I managed to miss the turn snaking between orange bollards and large earth-moving equipment, and I ended up going a long way on the wrong road before I could turn around. I was in good company, though, because there was a string of vehicles all doing the same thing.
Once again today the weather has been glorious and the traffic has been light. I continue to appreciate the steady reliability of truck drivers; I think that’s what I’ll be in my next life. Now that I’ve escaped the restraints of time, rebirth ought to be a breeze.