Driving Everywhere

Gas prices smash prices, I gotta drive.  Everywhere.  At least, that seems to be my doom flavor of the week.  Today I have a write-in, I have to pick up the kids from my mom's, and I have to get the car into the dealer for its regularly scheduled maintenance.  Tomorrow I'm driving forever, all day, there and back again so that while the kids spend some time with my MIL the animals will still have someone who loves them waiting on them hand and foot.   I'll have to drive again on Friday to get the kids back, but that's Friday.  I'll have a whole day (theoretically) of not driving on Thursday.  That sounds like bliss about now.  I'll be driving again on Saturday, so I'd better make the most of Thursday.

Don't get me wrong--I actually enjoy driving.  I have my tunes, I have A/C if it's too hot (though sometimes I go ahead and waste the gas by rolling down the window,) I enjoy watching scenery/landscapes even if I've seen them a hundred times, and the traffic gawds love me so I'm rarely caught in a jam.  But I don't think I'd enjoy driving every day.  It's hard to write when you spend most of your time on the road.  It's hard to do anything, for that matter, except driving when you drive.  Yes, hands-free talking on the phone, yes, recording notes, but it's not as satisfying as doing these same things while not-driving.

I usually appreciate the privilege.  Our not so distant ancestors were severely limited by how far they could travel, and the risk of travel was considerably higher even if you factor in car wrecks.  This week, however, it's too much and I'm hoping next week I'll be able to take a long vacation from driving.