No single recent event has elicited a sudden sense of my own mortality as today, when I was screaming down Highway 10 after work listening to PF’s DSOTM at volume 9/10 when I realized that the vehicle ahead of me was coffin-laden and driving about 30 km/h slower than I. Slowing to match its speed, the great chiming intro of “Time” started on the CD player (yes, old fashioned discs, TimmyD) and I spent the next 7 minutes tailing someone’s earthly remains listening to PF into the start of GGITS as they pulled into the cemetary on the far side of town.
Hugged my daughter dearest immediately upon arrival.
I imagine the next such opportunity for reflection will be when Baby Blogler v2 arrives on or before April 13.
Peace out. Enjoy life.