If you want to take a nap, you might want want to park the car first

Well, we survived the first 7 hours on the Great American Freeway. A small accomplishment to some, I'm sure, but I no longer commute to and from work. Journeys on the interstates are obviously fraught with danger. The "bitter clingers" were out in force, as were the clustering folks and the same old wandering semis. I probably haven't mentioned the wandering semis before.

A wandering semi is that huge tractor-trailer rig that can't seem to avoid keeping the trailer in his lane. For the most part, this is not a big problem... unless you happen to be alongside at the time. It is scary to glance to your right (or left) and notice nothing but a large box made of metal seemingly inches from your car. And there never seems to be a good escape from it. It gets really bad on 6 lane interstates when you are the "meat" in a semi sandwich.

I try not to panic in those situations because panic rarely helps. And, really, what can you do?

And tomorrow it begins all over again.