Change of Plans

This morning, I grabbed my dark roast grande, no room, sat down at a booth at Java City, and was preparing to write a post about goats when my phone vibrated.  It was my good friend who owns a courier business.  Along with several other "jobs", I drive a few routes for him each week.  I call this job my Post-Early-Midlife-Crisis-ADD-Fueled-Crash-and-Burn-Satisfy-the-Wife-OK-Lord-I-Will-Humble-Myself-Job.  It seemed that the plane that brings bags of stuff to our town nearly crashed and was waiting for repairs at the airport.  So I went to the airport, hung out for a while with the pilot, and heard how the plane was in the worst condition of any plane the mechanic had ever seen.  The mechanic refused to even work on the plane because he did not want his name on it.  So I encourage the 18-year old pilot who had just started working for this airplane company and told him to just enjoy the adventure.  This was much more exciting than sitting behind a desk.  He agreed.  I then loaded the bags into my truck and drove them to another town where the pilot was supposed to take them.  Just south of my city are some hills and a very winding road.  The speed limit drops considerably due to people flying off the road and dying, but I actually sped up.  It reminded me of the questions in the book Delivered from Distraction.  One of the questions was perfectly worded.  It basically asked if driving fast was "soothing" for you.  YES!  I had never connected the two, but driving fast, especially on curves, is like a message for the soul.  Very strange.  Well, after I dropped off the bags to a young, chain-smoking mother with two kids under 3 in her backseat, I spotted an historical fort off the road and decided to take a look.  After literally about three and half minutes of looking I was on the highway again headed back to Java City where I am now writing this post.  The crazy thing about this is that I love days like this!