Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street

baby once again thinks that naps are beneath him. Maybe it is because I didn’t take him swimming to day. So today I have been part of two detours. The first was because a helicopter was either dropping off or picking up at goleta hospital. The second was next to that water district place down the street. Got to go by the local coroner office it looks like a shack the unibomber would live in.