Kage Baker was always acutely aware that only one of us could drive. She was also always worried that I insisted on a stick shift, which most of our friends and all our family could not drive. She felt it was an unneeded affectation, and rather short-sighted of me.
I prefer to think it is my innate coolness, but … She may have been right. I have no backup driver, and have just discovered I cannot drive today. I have been benched by shortness of breath and some impudent left arm pain … so I am staying home.
On the other hand, since I made this uncharacteristically sensible decision, we’ve discovered that Mikey had forgotten to pack his dress shirts ( which would have caused hysteria at 6 AM tomorrow) and Kimberly had forgotten to pay the property tax (which would have blown up at midnight). Neither of these would have been found out in time if I had not taken to my bed like the old crone I am increasingly becoming.
So I can still function as a bad example, I guess.
I shall receive reports of the goings on in the Cow Palace, and disseminate them here tomorrow. Gonna go eat high explosives now.