RUNNING-WITH-MY-EYES-CLOSED

I don't remember the driver's name. I was busy trying to swallow bile and sobs and wondering if the kids still had granola bars left. There was a woman in the front seat. Her entire face was bandaged. Put us together and she and I would have made a complete and fascinating Egyptian mummy bringing visitors to a museum for decades. Why is it always the women carved up for the taking and the dude in a shabby tuxedo driving? She rambled the whole way about her ex-husband. I was drifting in and out of delirium from fatigue and numbness but I remember her slurring this, "I'm gonna be ok….mpmmphmph…..it's just today." Yes, babe, let's torch this Lincoln town car and run. We are handling our electives just fine. It's just today.