Is your car equipped with autopilot? Turns out mine isn’t, in spite of all those times it’s gotten me to my destination while I was enjoying some lost time. (You know what I’m talking about, I’m sure. You’re not drunk or anything; it’s just that you don’t remember much about how you got from A to B.)
Today, I was driving home from my writing chapter’s monthly meeting. I carefully positioned myself in the lane I’d need to nab my freeway exit…and then realized, half a mile or so later, that I’d not taken the turn.
What could have been so compelling as to draw my attention right at the moment I needed to take action? I have no conscious idea.
Dreamworld is calling, and I’ll bet I’m not the only one all too willing to follow. I’m staying off the roads for now.
Photo credit: Specious