After a whirlwind trip up to Portland, an unplanned stay in a hotel, lots of last minute efforts to get our townhouse cleaned up to record, fund and finally sell, we were headed home. Feeling a little worn out and tired, driving down the freeway, Dave reached across and put his hand on my knee...
Dave: How are you?
Me: I'm okay. I'm good. Doing okay.
(silence for about ten seconds)
Annabelle, from the backseat: What about me? What about Princess?
