Strive Not to Drive Week ended for me sleeping on the office floor again, telling myself how grateful I should be my foot was not turned around 180 degrees like that soccer player’s, that I was not walking on the lumpy, lumpy lava turf near Albuquerque, that I wasn’t walking close to 100 miles to work like that Navajo girl I picked up one time. Every day, she hitchhiked to work at Denny’s all that way away because she was determined to rise above the indolence so prevalent on the res. This morning, I walked to the mechanic’s and picked up my car that is now purring like a kitten. Me happy.