Sunday
My legs are STILL tingly but not so bad as yesterday.
Here’s something embarrassing-
The Davies left for their son’s air force graduation/wedding, and I really wanted to go to the Burns ward, so I decided Iwould drive myself down in “my” truck. Thankfully there aren’t any stops until you get into Burns itself, so I drove all the way down there… and then couldn't find the chapel! I might have been more willing to make a better search for it if I wasn’t so freaking inept at the stick shift! There was one stop sign, and one red light. Between the two of those I probably killed the car 15 times. No exaggeration.
Anyhow, three hours straight in that car and no church. I then proceeded to watch all of Downton Abbey season two. Ummmm yes please!
Who remembers that scene in Princess Diaries where Mia and the queen are driving in San Francisco up that horrible hill? I never really understood why it was so hard for her, but then I had never driven stick before. There is a hill as you’re leaving Frenchglen, it’s steep and you have no momentum to push up it. Thankfully I didn’t pull out the emergency brake and roll back onto a trolly of tourists, but it was a little scary.

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