Yeah. There was some singing.
And we did get lost. Not horribly. We just took a wrong turn. It was my fault, and I apologized, but I’m beginning to suspect that some other part of my brain will spit out fatally flawed directions if there’s just the briefest glimmer of a chance that the end result will be more time spent on dark country roads inhabited by ancient barns whose splintering timbers loom all the larger in the anonymous glow of headlights.
(That was a terrible sentence. I’m not fixing it. I’m just that reckless.)