I was driving… driving, driving. Steven and I were at Shoprite when I realized/remembered I have a 4-H meeting tonight. It was 6:15 when I realized (as if I hadn’t been aware for the last several days, it just fell off my radar this afternoon). So, there we were at Shoprite at 6:15, I realize and Steven asks, what time to do you need to leave? I reply, Now. I hate being late, I generally aim to be 10 minutes early.
So we did a rush job of our short shopping list. Got home, used the toilet, grabbed a snack of sorts and headed out the door. I didn’t drive like a maniac, but I wasn’t slow at all. At 6:40 I was headed West on Eagle Rock Ave to get deep into suburban North Jersey.
I got there at 6:59pm, don’t know how I did it but I did. I was still slightly uncomfortable coming in as “late” as I did. Got the last seat at the table, and it was last because it was the worst. Oh well.