and I am very grateful to God. I was driving home from Dallas and I crossed the bridge outside of Conroe and do not remember a thing until I’m in the far left of four lanes and I’m in the Woodlands. (That’s about ten or so miles with lots of working on the road in between.)
I think I went to sleep.
I am glad I didn’t die. I am glad I didn’t kill anyone else.
My son says he’s sure I wasn’t asleep, that I just don’t remember. Then he told me about the sleep medicine which has people sleep-driving. I read about it here.