Musings at Altitude

We began our drive just after 6:00 am this morning, and Denise drove for the first 5 hours.  I felt bad about that as we pulled into one of the many towns along the path.  So I offered to take over and she quickly accepted.  After about 30 minutes of driving and about 10 blackberry messages that came in, I looked over at her and she said with somewhat of an annoying sigh, “I’ll drive!”

Within 15 minutes, we were pulling into our second Starbucks of the day, and she took over and drove the rest of the day till 7:00 pm that evening. 

I was able to work much of the day and stare out the window the rest…while mixing in constant calls from my 15 year old daughter…today was, after all, the beginning of the signing and trading season for hockey. 

And I think I’m personally one day closer to clarity and candor in my own self-assessment.

That’s a very good thing!

PS.  So Denise drove just over 11 hours and I drove just under 1.  For the life of me, I can’t figure out any way to make that split proportional between the two of us!  I stand in awe of her endurance though, and greatly appreciate the time she gave me to work and to ponder!