Very good.

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As I was considering getting started, the doorbell rang.  I couldn't imagine who.  Still less than presentable, I rushed to manage that before the visitor went away.  The boss? I didn't think he was to be back for a bit?  Hmm.  Curious.  Stick lessons?  Finally!  It's been thirty years.  Total memory wipe, as with her.  I don't think the memory loss was for the same reasons.  One was just collapsing health, the other was brute trauma, though the trauma may have lead to health issues or in part.

I... wasn't expecting much.  From myself.  I did... okay.  Better than I expected, if that was a rather low bar.  It will take a lot of practice.  If I get an hour or two a week, and gain some competence, by summers end I may see about a great used stick car... low mileage, high mpg.  Or maybe not until spring if I can't find a front wheel drive.  I don't trust awd's, and rear wheel drives are useless in the winter.  Insurance is the bigger concern.  Well, after payments.  Ugh.  Keep it to $250 a month?  Dunno.  Max though.

I am excited.  Jacked.  It was, probably, 1987 the last time I drove stick, a Navy deuce and an half, to pick up the crew for physical quals?  They missed me the year before, so put me in charge the next.  I think so.  Rough old bitch, if she was actually pretty new.  Fun to play with, as long as none of the old men (xo's on up) caught you, or didn't know/owe you.  Bidniz.  She was stiff, but goosing would get the girl to blush and wiggle.

I'll see what else I can do yet.  Steak and eggs for a first meal.  Another steak in a bit.  Premeal blood sugar was 122.  I'll check again at 14:30.  Later.