A perfect summer day. It was so beautiful that after I finished visiting a shut-in, I decided to drive back to the church via back roads, instead of the divided highway. My route took me through Lakeville and Rochester, past farms and suburban sprawl and fields and woods and suburban sprawl and cranberry bogs and shopping plazas.

Driving back roads took me an extra fifteen minutes. When I got back to the church, I realized that I should have just driven straight back, and gone for a fifteen minute walk — that would have been much more satisfying, and would have burned less gas. On the other hand, if I had driven straight back, I would have skipped the fifteen minute walk and just gone on to make my next visit.