Driving the backstreets to work, I can't help but enjoy the scenery of trees, open fields covered in grass, clean air, and the sound of birds in the wind. I snap out of my trance when I'm suddenly returned to civilization when a network news truck happens to pass. I am impelled to follow it, but it's travelling in the opposite direction from where I'm headed. Perhaps there's something happening nearby where this news truck is destined to report a current event. Then I could determine who the reporter in the news truck is and decide to turn back around, or call in late.
This is one of the topics I spoke to my friend at the Bigfoot Lodge about last night. The conversations were drowned out with the music. Relationships involving two different careers can cause barriers in attempts to reach work in a timely manner?