Ugh. I wanted to leave for Mom’s earlier than this, but first I hit the snooze one too many times, and then Lin decided he wanted to do something to the truck first. So even when he isn’t going with me, he’s making me late. Mom, of course, is whining, because I won’t have any time to spend at her house. I guess 8 hours just isn’t enough. Also, she is now insisting I spend the night. It’s just not happening. I’m getting pretty sick of people assuming I have no life of my own to live just because I don’t have a job I have to go to every day, but that pretty much seems to be the assumption of most of my family members. Hey, I still have to get up in the mornings and I still have things I have to do every day. I am not really a woman of leisure.

Lin seems to be making some progress toward doing whatever it is he is planning to do to the truck. I guess I’ll go get my stuff together so as soon as he is done I can get into it and attempt to drive away. I will admit to you, I am freaking out about the drive today. I’d really rather not go, but there’s no way out of it now. Do or die, as they say.

It may sound silly, but send some good vibes my way and pray I make it from point A to point B and back again while remembering how to drive a largish truck with a stick shift … and that my head doesn’t explode from the stress.