Not a sucky day after all.

I know, I should give the day a chance to be sucky before I proclaim it to be not sucky, but hey. Give a Cancerian a break on a sunshiney solstice day. My FreeWill horoscope instructs me to demand some slack, folks. Gimme, gimme, gimme.

My driver's license renewal this morning was so much easier than it was in Rhode Island, which system is forever my high-water mark for Gormenghastian bureaucracy. I remain the darling of government officials everywhere and therefore continually useful to the revolution. My new picture doesn't even look like it'll be frightful, once they mail me the real one to replace the weird receipt-style one that's my temporary replacement. Trouble is, the camera height was different than I'd expected...at least relative to my own height. And the cropping was much closer in on my face. So the habitual tilting up of my chin to look taller (you'd have to be a short person to understand this) has me looking like a mildly attractive thug. The photo seems to say, "You got something to say about my license?" (shrug)

Also, I got a call from Princess Boredom this morning. She's filled with stories about her adventures, cultural commentary, and the like. I'm so happy she's back in the country. I missed her a lot.