April 16, 2012. Canyon Lake, Texas. Time.

Time is such a relative thing.  An event can take ages or can fly by in a flash, even though the actual time elapsed could be the same.

Yesterday morning, on the way to San Antonio when I was driving, both Ken and I saw the sign at the same time.   "Expect delays.  Use alternate routes."  The only problems was that by the time we saw the sign, all alternate routes had been passed.  We were doomed to construction traffic.   From three lanes we merged to two lanes,  then to one.   The intersection at 1604 was under construction and as Sunday is not a work day, the construction crew expected light traffic.  We drove very slowly, finally arriving  on the other side of 1604 and back onto 281 with three lanes of traffic.   It seemed to take for ever.

Just then, Allison called to tell us about the construction and suggesting an alternate route.  "Too late", said Ken.  "We have just spent 45 minutes getting through that traffic."  It certainly seemed like 45 minutes but I looked at the clock as we were arriving.  By the clock. our  drive to David and Suzanne's home took only 15 minutes more than normal but the slow driving seemed to go on forever.  Time is so relative and our memories are fallible.