This week, my wife and daughter are away on a camp. My son is booked into a day camp for the week. I dropped him off this morning then drove on to work, and had to leave work in time to collect him again.
Timing is everything.
And it's something I've started to take for granted.
And I shouldn't.
On the way up the highway, it suddenly struck me that I was enjoying a luxury that I never used to enjoy. I left work for a 25km journey, and arrived within minutes of when I was expecting to. And that was nothing unusual. Barring the occasional accident on the highway, my daily commute is unbelievably reliable and stress-free. Something to be thankful for!