Driving; cheese; moustache pixies.

Ugh. Finally -- finally -- making an attempt to become a licensed driver this coming Thursday. (Long-term readers will remember my actually sitting through a drivers' ed. class with teens half my age two summers ago, and will think as well about how long my dissertation is taking me, and might then make certain unflattering but probably true generalizing assumptions.) As I am a crappy driver, I am not confident. Alas, this lack of confidence has made me postpone the thing to the bitter end: if I don't pass the road test, I'll have to go through the annoyance and expense and, dare I say it, humiliation of getting a new permit (the things are good for two years; mine expires the 18th) before I can schedule a new attempt.

Today we took a stressful drive into Concord (MA) today to visit the cheese shop. But at least we have obtained some St Nectaire for our dinner.

Today's spam headline: "dont be fooled moustache pixy."

So if that applies to you, take it to heart, won't you?