Drive with both hands, please...
Had to take Kailyn this morning to the dentist in Madison. Was an easy trip, except for the frustration of being behind some dude on 565 in the left lane who simply would not pass the slow moving tractor-trailer in the right lane. All discussions about patience aside, the guy would speed up, almost giving me room to pass, then slow down. After 10 or more miles of this, it got...irritating.
Normally, such a story is not blog-worthy. But after a few minutes of traveling behind this guy, I observed that every time the guy slowed down, he would pat the top of his head with his right hand. Literally. 10-20 taps to his head. He'd stop tapping then resume a healthy speed. Then he'd tap again, and slow down, apparently losing the ability to drive correctly. This guy had some sort of obssessive-compulsive 'issue,' I think. In any case, I bet he couldn't pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time, either.
Weird...
In other news...
In spite of incredible sleepiness/tiredness due to recent insomnia, I managed to pull through Sunday a.m. at church okay. I cut the repetitive parts at the ends of a couple of songs to 'conserve' energy (heh), but nothing too drastic. Funny, as tired as I was beforehand and as worried as I was about holding up long enough to deliver as worship leader, I never tired during the service and the morning wound up being one of the most moving, exciting, and meaningful services we've had in some time (for me, anyway). More proof, to me, that god-things happen when they're supposed to happen...in spite of 'us.'
I napped most of the afternoon, which was nice, then spent a good amount of time outside enjoying the spring weather. I'm glad the rest of the week is looking to be the same way...
Normally, such a story is not blog-worthy. But after a few minutes of traveling behind this guy, I observed that every time the guy slowed down, he would pat the top of his head with his right hand. Literally. 10-20 taps to his head. He'd stop tapping then resume a healthy speed. Then he'd tap again, and slow down, apparently losing the ability to drive correctly. This guy had some sort of obssessive-compulsive 'issue,' I think. In any case, I bet he couldn't pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time, either.
Weird...
In other news...
In spite of incredible sleepiness/tiredness due to recent insomnia, I managed to pull through Sunday a.m. at church okay. I cut the repetitive parts at the ends of a couple of songs to 'conserve' energy (heh), but nothing too drastic. Funny, as tired as I was beforehand and as worried as I was about holding up long enough to deliver as worship leader, I never tired during the service and the morning wound up being one of the most moving, exciting, and meaningful services we've had in some time (for me, anyway). More proof, to me, that god-things happen when they're supposed to happen...in spite of 'us.'
I napped most of the afternoon, which was nice, then spent a good amount of time outside enjoying the spring weather. I'm glad the rest of the week is looking to be the same way...
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