I miss my car ...

... Because of making moments like this possible. Somehow I don't have the courage yet (?) to do the same on the subway. Getting it out, loudly, and with every bit of gusto you can squeeze out. Arriving limp and finished. My "inner Mimi" has been doing quite a bit of howling lately, and I'm not sure where she's headed.

Dutiful me is headed to ms word to type up my last client summary for the day.