And thus we begin a multi-week meandering storyline which may or may not resolve (I haven’t written the ending yet).
Irony Alert: I was one of those kids in the back seat constantly asking, “Are we there yet? When are we going to get there? What’s going to happen when we get there?” And yet, I set off on these silly adventures without a clue of where I’m going. Strange.
Maybe it’s because I’m not in the back seat subject to the whims of irritable parents. I’m in the front seat now. I’m in charge. And if I want stop and check out the World’s Biggest Ball of Rubber Bands, we check out the World’s Biggest Ball of Rubber Bands.
And whoever spills, walks home.