I wish I had a way of recording my thoughts while I’m driving to and from work. That’s an hour and 1/2 each way. You can get some good thinking done in that span of time.

But by the time I walk through the door, great the dogs and take care of the chickens and get dinner going, I’ve forgotten what I was going to say.

Not that I’ve solved any of the worlds problems or figured out the meaning of life, the universe and everything, but hell — I still want to put my hand print on the wall of the cave of time. …Even if it’s only something as ephemeral as a Google cache.