The list of “you might be an adult if” grows to include “you have several important pieces of paper.” I suppose I’ve been used to having vehicle titles. The will and health care power of attorney seemed important, but temporary, and leaving them in the safe in Maine was easy. Having stock certificates was a bit of a stretch. Now I’ve got some original copies of court documents, and I’m a sort of, uncomfortable, about them. It reminds me of my irrational discomfort with jewelery. Although that’s worse, because I just don’t want to touch it at all.

I took an ARC truck + DERT out to a fair today for some show and tell. I really enjoyed driving. I miss it. It was a long day thought. 7:30 to 3:30 or so. Later, Mom and I went out for Adam’s birthday. Good times were had, but I’m ready for the blankets that now envelope me. Adam lives close to Z, and I got thinking about all J and I have been discussing about irrational love. It seemed, all fine. It. Everything. Seemed fine. Except, the rest. Oh, well.

So very much to do.