Water Aerobics was cancelled this morning due to lightning. You know how the covered slide into the pool protrudes from the building, a perfect target for lightning to strike, turning the pool into a jumbo lobster pot. I didn't find out it was cancelled until I got to the Y, perfectly on time. I note, perfectly on time, because I hate the first 10 minutes of class, when we just walk back and forth in the pool, sometimes forward, sometimes sideways, so I try to get into the pool just after this activity ends. At this point, I have so many friends in the pool it's become a distraction to the class, as everyone wants to stop and say "Hi!' and critique my peculiar method of entering the pool. Like most Leos, I am not the biggest fan of getting wet - being wet is fine, it's just the process that I don't enjoy. If the water is even the tiniest bit cold, I won't get in the pool, so I have to just jump in and get 100% wet before anyone has a chance to warn me. My point, and I do have one, is that being there before class starts has become a priority. Which brings me to Speed Limits - actually it brings me to my first months in Seattle, where I had a difficult time getting places on time. So I investigated the possible reasons for excess tardiness. Resentment - nope, I was late for stuff I was excited about; control - nope, I am a follower, generally don't need control, since I have just as much fun when someone else chooses what we do; center-of-attentionism (for lack of a better word) - nope, please just let me sneak in unnoticed. My research was pretty much exhausted at this point, since this was pre Internet and I couldn't access all the nutjob theories that abound on almost every subject today. With no other options, I did what any rational person would do - I started timing how long it took me to get places. Anyone who know me, knows that when I say I'm a follower, that includes rules and laws, including the Speed Limits. I grew up with the freeways of California and had never made the necessary correction for the 25 to 30 mph Speed Limit of Seattle. I either had to start speeding or allow more time to get places. Problem solved. Now in Tulsa, the Speed Limits make driving in Seattle seem like riding in a golf cart.