But I did not have to drive to school today. I slept in all the way until 6. And I do not have to drive to school this afternoon, either. When I get home, T. will already be there.
I wish I liked driving, but I don’t. I like driving in my spiffy red car better than other driving and yet it is still driving. Driving is just boring enough, just dangerous enough, and just stressful enough that I am always tensed up. People cut me off. I have to merge. It gets hot and cold. The sun gets in my eyes. Birds dump on my windshield. I can’t read while driving.
And this week, I don’t have to worry. Just a quick hop to work and a quick hop back.