a note on driving

The last time I saw her she had one child and wasn’t pregnant. Or maybe she was and I just didn’t know. Or maybe she told me and I just forgot because my life was in total upheaval and I’m really horrible like that. Anyway, she’s still not pregnant. But she does have an extra kid.

She and her scientist husband are moving to Madrid and she’s promised to take me into traffic and bring me closer to My Lord when we visit because driving in Madrid is apparently a very spiritual experience. You certainly pray a lot.

I don’t know why I even tried to debate motorway manners because really, the only thing remotely difficult about American traffic is the big-bus phenomenon and the way drivers simply cannot be made to indicate; and British roads I just refuse to deal with. I never get behind the wheel and, if possible, recline myself and wear a sleep mask when ever anyone else does.