I should be out working, but I find that writing clears my mind. Last night someone in my community drank and drove. I almost used the term "decided to drink and drive", but, I don’t think at the time these things occur decision-making comes into play much.
My life is really schizophrenic. Today I received a call from someone I met at a farm festival, who was thinking of moving right here to Arbuckle. After the conversation, I started musing about my life "before" and my life now that I’m firmly ensconced here in the rurals.