I am driving separately for the first time in our summer migration up north. I’ll need a car while the husband returns to make a living for the two weeks in between. I am trying to figure out how to use my cell phone in the car without having to touch it. My go cart supposedly has some bluetooth magic that makes that possible. In the meantime I am also over packing food, clothes, and books. One sign that makes me realize that I am past this life span’s midpoint is that I am strapping my indoor azalea plant to the passenger seat so it does not die of thirst at home. See you when I make it there.