Today’s my honey’s birthday. I promised her I’d put the registration sticker on the license plate for her we when we got back from buying water, so up the drive I trod. Thirty-five degrees and breezy in full sun, no jacket. I did the job and put the registration card inside the glove box. While I sat there halfway off the passenger seat, door open to the wind and sunlight pouring in, I felt like everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I don’t know how else to put it, it was just a thing that was.
Later on I had a fit because a two buck app decided not to work. Now what the hell is that? I’m not here on this Earth to bitch and whine, never mind how much fun it is. The car goes down the road. I am not dead. In towns like this, there’s one main highway going through. The car goes down the road. I am not dead. The car goes down the road.