I figured today would be a good day, traffic would be light because of the pseudo-holiday. And it was! And it was great! That's the longest destination-drive I've done so far. I mean I've tooled around for longer than 30 minutes, but this was the first time I had someplace to be that was 30 minutes away. I feel like a scooter grown-up now.
Yesterday I put a chrome rear rack on the scoot, so that I can carry things. It was a mite frustrating, and took an extra run to a hardware store, but I done got it done myself. And I didn't even break anything! Oh but I don't mean like "oh no I broke this thing," I mean "hey Mitch can I PLEASE throw this mallet through one of your garage door windows PLEASE just ONE?" But Mitch said no so I didn't. I did huck the thing across the yard, though. Made it past the pitcher's mound.
Wanna hear about something that never happens to me? Yesterday I woke up and then I COULDN'T GET BACK TO SLEEP. That never happens to me. Yesterday at six ay em Henry leaned over a glass glass on my nightstand, maybe to steal a sip of water. The metal thingie on his collar hit the lip of the glass, and it made a tinkling sound which woke me up, and then I couldn't get back to sleep. Six ay em! On a Sunday! The day after a party, at which I stayed until 2:30! ME! Unthinkable.
So I watched a shit ton of Gilmore Girls. Man, what a long day yesterday was, and yet I only accomplished the one productive thing. Ah well.
I am at work, but then tomorrow I have off again! So today is a wishy-washy day. I love it. Happy third of July, everyone!