Early to Bed and Early to Rise Makes Jack a Boring Fuck

I'm at my father's place right now, and I am amazed that it's still possible to have 3 generations in one house. Most North Americans need more space than that, but we aren't North Americans.
I saw my best friend and her friend yesterday and Friday. It was hellish getting to meet them because the timing was screwed up, but in the end we found each other. As I was taking the bus home, I began racing raindrops on the window and my eyes paced. I suddenly became more acute in my senses. I could smell the new plastic/vinyl smell in the bus, and the bus driver's cologne. (No, not all buses are like that, that's odd.) The seats were cool and sticky, and the AC was blowing out from under me. I always sit the second row from the front, after the fold-out seats. Click. Tap. Focus. My eyes saw the rain, then the cars outside, (someone was looking at me from their tinted window), then the driver, and finally the people around me. I was rushing through everything, but it wasn't like a panic attack.
Kind of amazing, time went by so leisurely but then someone had to steal the fun.