Despite a suite of distractions which I cannot name, or else I will begin thinking of them, I’ve signed off on 232 pages out of 278 as of THIS MOMENT. I’m working on portrait pages today, by special request.
Exciting doings in the car. Which we might be too sexy for. We don’t know.
Evan has started driving my Miata, and I don’t know that it is either fair or unfair to begin on a stickshift. Yes, there is more to do, but it’s so basic, so core, so really driving, that I think it all works out. Today, he drove in third gear, and he hasn’t hit anything, or ground the gears. He’s still a little tense, but hey. By the end of the week he’ll be sailing around like Bowie.
THIRD GEAR, BITCHES!
I will definitely have to get a portrait of him like this classic postcard shot (taken by Robin Douglas, at one of our photo sessions with Kyle Cassidy two years ago).
I hope I don’t get so excited that I accidentally give him my Miata and then have to get another one. It’s the sort of thing I would totally do.