Continuing on, I ponder intuition, how to use it, how to know it. I doubt that it was intuition that told me to go the other way. It was just a little bout of exhilaration and joy in the living that prodded me that way. ~Then when is it intuition that knocks and when just random bubblings of extraneous impulse?~ I wonder.

Almost as soon as I am committed to my choice of the fast way home (1/2 mile or so from the considered turn), I am stuck in traffic. It is stop and go for miles due to some back up on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge. I can see cars creeping over the bridge. Now my ponderings about intuition have a whole new significance. If I had listened (now it is called "listening"), I wouldn't be doing stop and go when all I really want is a nap to top off my day.

It seems funny to me that if I had taken the scenic route, I never would have known the unpleasantness that I was spared. One can't use the scientific method (without an elaborate experimental structure) to determine the effectiveness of one's own intuition or the validity of one's large and small choices.