Someone once described war as: “Long periods of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror.”
Similar to flying: “Hours and hours of sheer boredom punctuated by moments of stark panic.”
My life is like that: Fairly mundane, routine and predictable — until it isn’t.
Near where I work is a sandwich shop. I have walked to it, but usually, under some time constraint, I drive. I have taken to getting a large sandwich, …