Wheeee! Don't mean to scare you, but "just" 7 1/2 weeks after ankle surgery, guess who's in the driver's seat again?
I slid behind the wheel of my roadster after breakfast, and my husband called shotgun. He stashed the crutches in the backseat, and off we went! We kept it short ("baby steps," remember?), but it was a sparkling autumn morning, just perfect for a Sunday drive. Absent any white-knuckled, passenger-seat braking on his part, I think I passed the confidence test–his and mine.
On the way home, we stopped at one of our favorite beachfront vistas. We kept it short ("baby steps," remember?), but it was a sparkling autumn morning, just perfect for a Sunday drive.
Freedom: It feels like ocean breezes and tastes like happy tears.
Yah! Freeeeeeee!
Hypers, Nancy! Did you and Ned Nickerson solve any cool mysteries on your trip? 😀