Day 017. There’s this point on my commute home where I discover if I’m going to have to spend an extra ten minutes sitting in a car, or if I’m going to arrive home with enough time to grab an extra five minutes of walking before I assume my parental duties. So, before I reach this point, a bend in the road cresting at the top of a hill, I imagine all kinds of obstacles that could be impeding the flow of traffic. Dinosaurs, dragons, fallen trees, a bridge in repair, a biker gang (like, bicycles), a unicorn stampede? No, never. In reality, it’s usually just some boring human in a car trying to make a turn during rush hour.