Roller Coaster (thought I was going to say Jesus didn’t you?).
a.k.a. Get It On, Bang A Gong, Get It On
I had my very own personal three hour roller coaster ride today, which helps to explain the gong reference. My head and my rear are both vibrating and my brain feels more like cotton than…yeah…I got nothin’. I can’t even finish that thought. I drove for over twelve hours today. There was a break in there somewhere to stop and see a children’s play, but what does my body care once I’ve stuffed it into a vibrating sardine can for half a day? The last three hours of the drive were on twisty, curvy, mountainous, rural road. And it was dark.
That’s pretty much all I can come up with right now. Cotton is not a good conductor of thoughts.