Another analogy (humor me, ok?) Have you ever felt like your day was like one of the little silver balls in a game of pinball? You've got to make it jump all around, for as long as you can, hitting the important things, before that little guy disappears down the drain. Every morning, I pull back on the plunger and put that little ball into play. It goes straight while traveling down the launch lane...but then...even if I have a plan...it seems to have a mind of its own. I'm hitting the flippers like crazy, and that little ball is all over the place. Where's Tommy when you need him? "Who?" you ask. (OK...that was two references for anyone who remembers 1969-1974) Yep....my own little Pinball Wizard.
Maybe I should leave the darn bird truck and go looking for Tommy. Or dump some of the rice. Whatever. I will figure it out.....hopefully before I'm sitting at the side of the road, with a broken axle and covered with bird poo.