I drove up to Blaine to sub at the county library today. I’d never been there, and the drive took so long that I pulled over and wailed to Leslie that I thought I was in Canada. I was not. After a pleasant shift, with carrot cake, I drove off on the dark and the wind and the rain and missed my exit. I ended up on the freeway; I’ve avoided that for many years. Now I’m sitting on the couch at Nadia’s, decompressing.