Wednesday I was cleared to drive, for the first time in almost two months. It was weird and it was awesome.
The second time I got behind the wheel was yesterday afternoon. On my way to physical therapy, I flipped around XM Radio — which had been one of the casualties of having to rely on others to drive me around all this time — and the song that came on Channel 26, as I pulled into a parking spot, was “Destroyer” by the Kinks.
I smiled at the randomness of that 1981 song, which I’d wager I hadn’t heard in 10 years (and which I always thought was called “Paranoia”), finding me a few hours before I’d be heading to an event hosted by the good folks at Paranoid Fan.