Day Twenty-Seven -- Baby You Can Drive My Car

So Rob and I had a conversation today. It was more like a mini-rant on my part. I was telling him about how it bugs me when people say that people in L.A. can’t drive, as if it’s a defect resulting from being born here. I call shenanigans because most people in LA are from somewhere else. Basically, the problem is, a bunch of people from all over the world converging on LA’s freeways and streets, all with different styles of driving based on where they are from, and these different styles just don’t merge well. No pun intended… until I recognized that it was a pun and then it was definitely intended.

So my morning was spent, in pain, all my joints practically. It was horrible. Still I tried to soldier on, sorting some beads that had come out of their containers. Then I remembered my musical therapy. Good music will usually help me through all sorts of pains and issues. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon at my work table making a necklace for Rob’s second cousin? I think that’s what it’s called. She’s the daughter of his cousin.

Once I was done with the necklace, which was very pretty btw, we went to her sweet 16 party at Rob’s aunt’s house. We got to see a bunch of his family that we don’t get to see often, as well as others who we see a bit more frequently. It was pretty fun but I came home so tired. I am still very achy. I have a sneaking suspicion that some of the medication I take may be responsible for my pains. I’m just going to end here and go to bed. I have a very busy week to be ready for!