Since this is slice of life anyway, have another almost-spring picture. Yes, those white points are more spring flowers.

On my way home from work, I became so immersed in reading Tales of Wonder, Huston Smith’s autobiography, that I did not notice that the bus took a different route that did not pass my home.  This was a mistake on the part of the driver, but if I had been watching, I could still have told him as soon as we started down the wrong road, and he would have found a place to turn around.  As it was, neither of us noticed until a while later, and it so happened that I was the only passenger that was to leave on that stretch.  (The roads come together again before the town of Mandal where the bus has its final destination.)

The bus driver promised to drive me home after we reached the town, and he was good as his word.  So the bus took an extra trip just for me!  I joked that I could now boast to have my own private chaffeur, and we were both without resentment for what had happened, so it is all good.  It is not like I have hungry kids waiting at home either.

The fire further west in the province is many days away from here and may already be more or less under control. We cannot even smell the smoke.

It’s been a long week and I’m going to bed early.  One can always hope this becomes a habit. ^_^