More driving around Magnusson, this time with Krista's excellent guidance and patience.

Lots and lots of reversing, parking and stopping.

Practice, practice, practice. Not so bad, although I scarcely managed to keep it between the lines a lot of the time.

I wonder if I'll ever get the hang of being in charge of hurtling a large, life-threatening piece of metal about the city?

I wonder when I'll get used to coming home to this silent, empty bed.

Kaya has taken to sleeping in D's big green office chair, as though she's waiting for him to come back.

It's so fucking wierd that he's not.