Friday. I'm doing a friend a favor and driving her car to Montana for her (she just got a job in the state government there, but has to report immediately, so can't drive). I need to get away for a bit, and she's buying my plane ticket home after putting me up for a week and showing me Bozeman or St. Helena or wherever it is. (I'm vague on Montanan geography.)

ETA: And you should all know, I like to sing Ella songs while driving. At the top of my lungs. And I can't carry a tune. Be warned!