Working Hard

When we lived in the Jemez mountains, we frequently drove down to Albuquerque to the church, the grocery store, or to see clients. To make use of the long, 180 miles roundtrip, we would work in the car. One night, very late, we were returning home from a very tiring day's work, and Jeff was dictating while I typed on the laptop. Apparently, at some point in the journey, I fell asleep but continued typing; when Jeff asked me to read it back to him, it had a segment about an elephant right smack dab in the middle! I wish to this day that I had kept a copy of that.