I had no choice but to People alone today. My drivers license had expired a few weeks ago and I completely spaced it since I’ve been in a manic cycle with good writing energy so I haven’t had to drive. The hubby is amazing and basically does all the “fetching” during these. He understands I am gone down the writing rabbit hole and will pop my head up as it spins down. These creative manics are what fuel my books and keep the income stream flowing so our retirement can bob around and stay untouched most of the time. Anyway...

I had to go by myself due to some area board meetings the hubs could not get out of so off I went. Since we are in a very rural area, I had to drive quite a distance to the next town over. So, as I drove, the mind wanders into strange places that make no sense. Can I be arrested for having an expired license? No, Silly, that’s dumb. Does that police car that just passed me have a device that can detect an expired license? Uh...no, you whack a doodle...stop being stupid. Did that lady checking her mail box sense that I’m driving illegally? O.k, now you are really getting on the coo coo train. How bout hopping off and making sense, mmmm K?

You know...typical paranoid self talk. Anywho, all went well. My mask of sardonic, fun, ever so slightly eccentric, old lady, kicked in and soon it was over. I did well. No one even raised an eyebrow to anything I said...believe me, that’s incredibly rare.

I rewarded myself with a stop at a little store that sells A amazing salted chocolate and am now, blissfully munching on sweet chunks of heaven and swinging my short legged feet. I’m legal until 2024. That blows my mind. If my twelve year old self would have seen this fancy holographic style license with that expiration date, she would have been certain there was a flying car in the garage. Still waiting on those, by the way. Somebody needs to get busy. We were promised flying cars, dammitt!!!