Himself: Very pleased with himself.
Herself: Very, Very, Happy, then finished one folder in the pictures.
Reading: D. E. Stevenson’s.
Balance: Taking the car up.
“We are on our way right now with the car.”
“I’m on my way home,” she replied with a smile in her voice.
The skies were dark when we started North, but it wasn’t raining. There she was when we pulled into her parking slot. With driver’s license in hand, we took her over to AAA, she paid for her insurance, and she drove herself home.
We are talking excitement here.
By the time we got on the freeway, it was pouring. She was able to pick up her daughter and go grocery shopping after we left. Immeasurably dryer than if she had taken a series of busses. Her daughter was almost beyond herself with excitement.
So was I.