I'm on my second guardian angel. The first one quit and is in therapy

Our morning started out entirely too early. 
I think Badger was up around 6:30 a.m., and I got up around 7.
We were on the road at 8.
We got to the underpass and a deer poked its head out. 
Luckily Cowboy saw it and slowed down, and the deer didn’t try to leap out.
He saw our car and headed back up the railroad tracks.
It was a small bright spot in a morning that started too soon.

As expected, traffic was terrible. 
Also as expected, Cowboy’s driving was horrible.
There were a couple of times I told Badger this trip was totally unnecessary, and if we rear-ended someone it was all on her.
She was the one who insisted she needed more testing and wasn’t content with her autism diagnosis. 
We’ve had her tested since she was two years old. 
There has to come a time when you say, “I am what I am enough with the testing.”
And I wish I exaggerated about Cowboy’s driving.
 I don’t.
I’m sure part of it is my anxiety talking, but the other part is this: you’re dealing with a nearly seventy-year-old man who admits he can’t see well anymore on the interstate at the crack of dawn after he worked all night, driving in rush hour traffic.
I never learned to drive.
I can’t take over.
I have such bad anxiety that I just could never learn.

We made it. 
I’ve started suspecting that our guardian angels sit on the roof of the car with their wings hiding their eyes, magically slapping the brakes as needed or poking Cowboy awake, whichever comes first.
The place was much easier to find than anticipated. 
It was just before we got to my gynecologist, on the same road.
After arguing with Cowboy about that A‑B exit for so many years, I pretty much have that stretch memorized.
No elevator, which made me happy.
We barely got in before she was called back, and I spent an hour watching “Jack Hanna” and his monkeys before I moved to the lobby and people-watched for another hour.
She was supposed to be in until twelve, but they spit her back out at eleven.
Unfortunately, she has to go back to get her results.
I told her that now we know where it is, she and Cowboy can make that trip alone.

The trip home was worse than the trip down.
Cowboy got lost on a road he’s driven thousands of times.
We ended up by West Town Mall, and thankfully he finally remembered the way home from there.
Traffic seemed heavier, and he was weaving in and out of lanes trying to get in the right one, and he came awful close to a couple of cars’ rear bumpers.

I’ve learned to just keep my nose on my phone and not look.
If I’m going to die, I think I’d prefer it to be a surprise.
Badger says I clench my shoulders every time Cowboy hits the brakes.
I will say that my back and shoulders hurt for a good hour once we were safely home.

We’ve got to go to the doctor in Powell tomorrow.
Yay, more driving with Cowboy.
This one I could sit out, but we need groceries.
They’re still wobbling on the weather forecast.
More than likely it’ll be a bust, but just in case, I’d like to get some food that doesn’t have to be cooked in case of power outages.

We made it home a little after noon.
We ate dinner, Cowboy fed the chickens and gathered eggs, and he got a small nap in.

While he was napping, the new psychiatrist sent me a parent assessment form to fill out, and I did. 
I did the best I could with it.
It was geared toward a child, definitely not an adult assessment. 
I’m reasonably sure the psychiatrist knew she was an adult.
She’s covered in tattoos, and I don’t think kids are allowed to be tattooed.
I mean, Gealach is already taller than Badger and she’s only eleven, but still, tattoos equal adult, right?

Cowboy headed to work, and to be honest, I went in and took a nap myself.

Once I woke up, Badger and I headed to the living room, and it turned into another evening of TV watching.
Soon we’ll be able to sit in the she-shed and spend the evening by the creek.
It won’t be long.
But for now it’s mostly a lot of watching TV.

Tomorrow is the Powell doctor appointment, and we’re going to get a few groceries.
Heron stopped and got himself some this evening. 
He showed me pictures of empty shelves.
Tennessee goes a bit crazy when the snow word is mentioned.

It’s already time to head to bed.