By next Sunday, I will have driven a total of 7-9 hours for dog training classes - not even a trial or anything that exciting. And I will do that again the next week, and the week after that, and the week after that....And a lot of this will be in rush-hour traffic through Manhattan, mind you, so for all I know, that 7-9 hours will turn into 7-9 years and I will just spend my entire existence rotting on a bridge, cursing the city while my dog cries in the back set.
You're perfectly sane in my book, is what I'm trying to say.