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The day started in court. That's not the way you want to start your day. The judge was a human being and, since I have no record, the traffic stop for my driving on a suspended was reduced from a misdemeanor to whatever is below that and I won't end up with a record.

I got stopped by the local sheriff for driving with a headlight out back in January. In my car, these things are expensive to replace and I can't do them myself, it takes a trip to the shop. When he ran my license and registration, he discovered that my license had been lifted by the city last year for a traffic stop I don't even remember and I never got the suspension notice. I'm your standard Minnesota girl and don't even get parking tickets, so I'm still not sure how all this happened, my middle aged memory is fogged, but I uttered the words "your honor" at some point this morning, paid a small fine and walked out without a record, I think.

After a trip to the DMV tomorrow to get my license back, I'll once again be driving Rosa, the red Carmelite. BTW, a trip to the DMV here in VA is a major migraine, the trip to court was less of a headache. I have a book to read for the long wait and the number of documents I need to have in order will be assembled in the morning. I need a passport or birth certificate to start over after a license surrender, along with proof of occupancy at my residence. My electric bill will serve.

I'm plumb tuckered after dealing with the morning nerve jag and headed for bed, after a long bath to soak all that nasty salt sweat off my person. I don't even want to think about the amount of nerves you can smell on me.