This just in! I'm the weird one! At least according to my dad and aunt Elaine, regarding light timing.

From dad: When I used to drive between my Barley Mill office and downtown Wilmington I was always aware of stretches with lights that could be hit on green by driving the proper speed. This is not over-thinking. It is obvious. Why wouldn't you do it? It does not stop you from listening to music or thinking about movies or other such things.

I could dismiss this as just dad being, well, dad -- He's a Republican! His first degree was in chemical engineering, for god's sake! -- but then I got this message from Aunt Elaine, the official Funky Bohemian Aunt Role Model of our family: Back when I was commuting in Chicago, I would either go to work via Eisenhower expressway or Ogden Ave. On the expressway I knew just when to switch lanes to make the most efficient time. On the streets, I knew just how to set a pace so I hit the green lights. I can't remember my Meyer-Briggs type but it's the one that only 9% of people are--a bit odd.

Hmmm. So Wendy, consider yourself vindicated.