68. A diary of sorts

Stuff happened today. Nothing amazingly major. I found out I still know how to drive, Megan's travel plans were solved by a fortuitous chance meeting with an old friend, and we got taken to dinner. But still, it was hard to find time to get this sonnet written. But one of the upshots was this picture:

Megan said, "Move a little closer. No, closer. No, close...oh. Okay."

I found I've not forgotten how to drive.

In fact, it felt as though I'd never stopped.

I must print proof my license is still live;

the one I have's expring date has popped.

Milady wished to Chapel Hill go traveling,

but we weren't sure just how this goal to meet.

Uncertain plans are now together raveling

for we met Dr. Ayla on the street.

A friend of mom's then whisked us off to dinner

and took us on a walk in evening's gloaming.

The crab cakes won't conspire to make us thinner

but p'raps we walked it off with post-meal roaming.

Some days may have been judged much more exciting

but this one made it hard to do my writing.