sleepy odometer

Eight days ago, Sunday the 10th, I was sitting in the recliner writing my Morning Pages when a strange thought appeared in gray ink – What if I park the Camry across the street after the Tuesday church interview and don’t drive it the next five days? Then, not 10 minutes later, the thought became a decision.

Monday morning I drove to the closer-to-me Trader Joe’s, which I’m learning to love, and sort of stocked up. Later I drove to the Rhododendron Garden. Tuesday I drove to coffee, to a used bookstore for a five-dollar art book, and to the interview. I parked back home across the street at 4:45 and the car’s moved just 10 feet since – moving a bit up the curbstone Friday to lessen the chance of the neighborhood confusing a Morning Page guest with abandonment.

And what I’ve noticed, through those five days, is that I’ve barely noticed.