And now I don’t have to!
The rules feel bent beyond recognition now, but it was a better day. I made millimeters of progress, drove on weird roads, still freaked out about it, and didn’t make great choices at every juncture while driving, but was capable of doing things I didn’t expect to have to do.
I practiced the great subtle arts of admin assisting. I was bold when rationally, my irrationality dictated that I shouldn’t have been. I worked on my own. I didn’t falter or freak out. That’s probably coming. Yet here we are.