Driving from urban to suburban this morning took ten minutes, time enough for the illusion of free movement, unimpeded and graceful mechanical ease, superb. Of course it couldn’t last, and thankfully, I didn’t expect it to. I try my best not to argue with reality anymore, I never win anyway. An argument with reality is most likely to happen when I’m driving, especially city driving, and nearly always starts with a rhetorical question “what idiot….”, “who thought….” etc. etc. and off we go to hypertension central. So I try and adopt the Stoic attitude of Amor Fati.