Miles and miles and miles I go, not too fast, but not too slow. To see my boy so far away, each and every single day. And on that drive I sing a song to make the trip seem not so long. Sometimes I dance there in my seat, I wave my hands, I tap my feet.

When other cars go whizzing by, I stop my dance, at least I try. What would they think to see my show? Quite frankly I don’t need to know. And so I pause to look the part; a focused driver, alert and smart.  Today I think, what else is there, to pass the time from home to here?

Learn something new? A book on tape? Flex some muscles? Get in shape?  Text a friend?  Say a prayer? Daydream about a hammock chair? Plan a meal?  Plan a cake? Use cruise control for goodness sake. Call my sister?  Call my mother? Call my daughter?  Call my brother?

Think about the things to do, when I get home at half past 2?  Listen to a speaker speak?  Drink some Spark if I feel weak? Wipe the dashboard with a tissue? Dwell upon a family issue? Charge my phone? Scratch my head? Contemplate a book I’ve read?

Pass the cars in the fastest lane?  Honk my horn?  Be a pain? Take a short cut?  Stop to shop? Hail a Taxi? Race a cop?  Praise God for great Houston weather? Stop this nonsense altogether?

An hour there, an hour back, maybe I should grab a snack? Now don’t you laugh, this much is true. I’ve thought it over through and through.  So many options for which to strive.  The best one yet?  I should just DRIVE.