Sunday,
December 9, 2001

Just let me pry my nails out of the upholstery here

No matter what I may do in my life, you can't accuse me of being a bad wife.

I went out driving with Lyndon today. Again.

This time, though, we were smart -- this time, I didn't put him on a major street and throw him to the wolves, haha. After doing a bit of shopping, we pulled into a deserted business park and he spent a half hour playing around with clutch control and getting a sense of where the biting point was and other factors -- only then did we drive around for an hour in a residential area. At slow speeds, mind you, and with great caution whenever there was someone else on the road, so it was hardly like "putting Death back on the street," as Lyndon intoned as he took the wheel.

I'm gonna get this boy a driver's license if it's the last thing I ever do. And it may very well be, too. *whimper*

Apart from that, today was fairly peaceful and quiet -- of course, a lot of that probably has to do with the fact that I went to bed and crashed the millisecond I got home. I was wrecked, and I don't have the faintest idea why -- I joke around about the stress factor of teaching Lyndon how to drive, but it wasn't enough to cause this kind of a reaction.

Whatever. After I arose from my slumbers I got some work done on POP, and jotted down a couple more lines on "Moonlight Over the Bay" -- if at all possible, I'd like to get this one ready for submission to FutureClassics for next week's meeting. So how was your Sunday?