home

I got here, I got here, I got here! Not that it's a complicated drive or anything. It's long--almost eleven hours of talking to myself and critiquing other people's driving skills. Slower than me = timid and half-blind. Faster than me = maniac.

There was a beautiful sunset over Abiquiu as I drove in, and the moon is full, or not far off. Joseph has already reset the ring-tone on my phone and supplied it with a new background picture (Edward picking his nose.) Dad wanted to drive my new car up a mountain. I wrestled Chrissie to the ground. I must be home.