Drive through

We drove to a neighboring town with more traffic, went through a drive through, and I parked, filled up with gas, and put on a few miles. The more I drive the easier it gets. In towns, out of towns, two lanes, four lanes, in and out of traffic. It is coming back.

At the same time we are packing, planning the move, moving things forward.

Shawn yells when I double check, he always did. The light is green, you have a yield…

We laugh and he tells me I drive too fast. Except I think I am driving like an old person, slow to start and cautious. As I relax more we’ll see, but who goes under the speed limit?