This leaves me at loose ends. I'm now accustomed to having the car of evenings, but I can cope for a week. I'm planning on hitting an optical place on Friday to try for a glasses upgrade of some sort. The last eye appointment I had was four years ago, and it's becoming apparent that while these current glasses are serviceable, I do need both new glasses (ones that fit my face better, thank you very much) and a new prescription (one that will allow me to read the names of streets with more than enough time to change lanes rather than just barely enough in traffic).
I hope Moshie will be good while they're gone. He was evidently trying to climb in her suitcase.