In other news…
I had a birthday last week, 55 - the double-nickel. So from now on, I’ll be exceeding the national speed limit. Catch me if you can!
So, I had looked at my driver’s license while I was in Ohio, and told myself that I needed to renew when I got home. On my birthday, I plotted my day so that I was calling on a client in the north end, near the licensing department location. I went in, pulled a number and waited my turn. When I got to the counter, I presented my license and the woman there asked if I used contacts or corrective lenses (no). Then she punched my license number in and informed me that it didn’t expire until next year. I arrange my life so that I’m late for everything. I’m so not used to being a year early. Watch this space, and don’t be surprised if I’m driving on an expired license this time next year.
