Last night while visiting at my brother and sister-in-laws home I watched the show " The Great American Race"  I think some of us are in a race of one kind or another.  I know with trucking
Wayne and I feel that we are racing against time with leaving LA on Friday evening and needing to be in Virginia Monday morning.  Stopping is limited to bathroom breaks and sleep.  Not much sleep or we would never be on time.  Then there’s the directions to the next stop, one person gave us directions not by street names but by the local bars.  What a mess that was but we did find it.  He told us to call him if we got lost on our way out of town.  Wayne and I looked at each other and smiled, both thinking " WHATEVER!!!"   Nice guy but may want to
look at the street signs in his town. 

I know when my children were young and I was working
full time.  It was a race to get them up and going in the morning and then to work, run errands
at lunch time and race home in the afternoons to cook dinner and get to soccer, baseball, football or whatever other sport was going on.  Yesterday was an exception to the normal race in life for me.  Wayne and I slept in and then treated ourselves to the "Kennedy Space Center" and then a wonderful meal at the "Cheesecake Factory" with my bother and sister-in-law.  It was so great not be in a hurry and just enjoy the day and the company.