it’s almost 4 weeks now, no driving, no strenuous exercise, no sneaking off for an ice cream.

I couldn’t wait for a car when I was 16, and I can’t wait for one when I’m 58 … holy cow, this is ridiculous.

Firstly, Shelley does not drive fast enough… unless she is fighting with a tractor trailer.

Shelley does not know how to park … there are lines there for a reason, just saying.

Secondly, it turns out I am similar to a dog, I like to go for rides, talk to people, (or get pats), from people I do not know. It easy, fun and non-commital. Not sure if that’s a word.

Third, we’ll, there is no third, I just want to drive and go. Then eat and go again. Maybe Pickleball, lunch, or some ride to no where and back.