Early-Thirty at the DMV

It's official - I feel old.

The Boy and I got up at the crack of dawn and spent a lovely rainy morning at the Driver Testing Center, and he now has his learner's permit. Oy. I've already told the WGH that he will be the one teaching The Boy to drive. I just can't handle it.

That'll hold up for ... oh, maybe a day. We'll see.

The whole process actually went very smoothly, in spite of there being 15 people in line at 7:30 this morning when the place opened a half hour earlier, and my son, being ... well, my son, passed the "knowledge test" with flying colors - in fact, he didn't miss a single question. Since you're allowed to miss 6 and still pass, the machine shuts down if you get the first 24 right. The nice ladies at the DMV were quite impressed with The Boy. And, his father is happy because we finally got The Boy's hair cut last night and it's actually out of his eyes. (He looked something or other like a sheepdog previously - he has my hair gene, which is thick and curly, and he likes it long. It's been an ongoing argument for about four months. His father finally told him he would not get his permit until he could see to drive.)

So with that under my belt, I am diving back into my secret identity as a writer. Made some progress yesterday on a plot hole I've been struggling with, so I'm pleased. It's still a work in process ... er, progress.

Read a book. I started a new one last night (finally) and it's terrific so far. This is J.B., doing the happy dance, until tomorrow.

=)