I was driving around aimlessly for hours yesterday - well, you would to if someone chucked you the keys to a wonderful convertible in this weather - doing my favourite thing: getting lost in someone else's expensive car. I basically head north, and more north, then take any sideroad that catches my eye. Once I'm totally lost, I snap on the navigation system, usually realize I am still lost, but like it even more. The nav has a way of trying to push you back onto nasty roads like Highway 401. A bold orange line tries to drag your car back to the big red highways. I do not want big red highways. I want little weird roads. So when the nav lady says 'prepare to make a right turn, take a right turn now, go right, argh what the hell is wrong with you, woman' I just keep on going. You can always gets from here to there; anybody knows that. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, actually. Though yesterday I slowed all the way down for what I thought was a kitten I was going to rescue, only to have said kitten be a whole cat, and a cat with attitude at that. What I thought was a tiny lost baby mewling by the side of the road turned out to be a cat strolling down the road, totally knowing what it was doing and telling me to listen to the nav lady and get off his road and back onto the highway with all the other idiots. I will continue to slow down for kittens. I'm also checking out real estate, I realize. I'm so sick of the busy city (and yes, I'm aware I don't live in a big city), but it's still too big and noisy. I want peace and quiet. And a piece of quiet. I don't want to live on top of anyone else. If I want to go stuff one last thing into the blue box early on garbage day, I want to be able to scoot out in a tshirt and bare feet and not see anyone. I don't know exactly what I want, but I guess it will be like kittens: when it's right, it's right. And until then, I'll just keep avoiding the busy highways and hope that lost leads to found.