day 200 - it's 8 o'clock do you know where your grandmother is?

I've commuted to work for years. It's a 45 minute drive each way and for the most part it's uneventful. I get in the zone and before I know it, I'm at work and I don't remember much about the drive that got me there.

This morning was much the same. Driving down the road...listening to my music...I look in the rear view mirror...

what in the hell is that.



An elderly woman in a convertible with a passenger that at first looked like a large dog.

It was a stuffed animal.