The drives.

June 17, Cortland Manor.

Something about not being on a certain highway after seven in the morning had me frazzled all drive long, so stressful those drives, the rain, the dark, like this morning, or traffic, and the maze of East Coast highways, and it's a sigh of relief when I turn off the engine, safe, on time, home for the next twenty-four hours. We had a five o'clock call in order to be off the Bear Mountain Parkway before seven and of course a whole caravan of us wasn't, didn't even get on the highway by that time, much less got off of it, but nothing happened, we just drove on.
I started getting some asthma on the way, the feeling of closing in on my lungs, take a deep breath and breathe but you can't.