It's funny what you think about on a hour long drive. True, sometimes it's boring stuff, like I wonder if it'll be raining in Boston too (one hour away in Boston practically means a different temporal zone) of if I'll find parking nearby (non-existent when the Redsox play), but I have my moments of deep thought.
Unfortunately, or probably fortunately, I can't really remember any of those things after an hour of driving. Sometimes I think I need a voice recorder. I swear on the road to work and back I've solved ALL of our problems, if only I could remember what it is that I was thinking.
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