ABSTRACT
After putting in a long day’s work, I climb into my sleek new hybrid, make my way onto the highway and head for home. It was an amazing waste of time, I think to myself, to go to all those meetings today. Nothing ever gets accomplished at them. And that jerk who suggested that Plan A was beyond budget sounded like he never had a course in economics. But that new person seemed to know what she was talking about. I wonder whether she would like to get a drink sometime. . . . Ah, here I am. I pull into my driveway and I’m home. That didn’t take long. Actually, now that I think of it, I hardly remember making the trip home. I remember pulling onto the highway, and the next thing I knew I was here. Let me think – which route did I actually take? Hmm. I can’t recall anything about the actual driving I must have been doing. I must have been on automatic pilot. Does this mean that I was not conscious of my driving?
