Where have I been? Driving. And driving and driving. I work until 3, 3:30 sometimes 4:00 if I’m not watching the clock, then get in the car to drive my kids. And the neighbor’s. And other kids, vaguely familiar from preschool a decade ago, hanging out whose moms “work” and since I’m home, can I swing them home? On the other side of the Ponderosa. And it’s a big motherf’ing