we're over-fastidious about the word "perfect". To often we save it for, you know, big perfections, when there are so many little ones. There are several pop songs that, every time I hear them, I think "that song is a perfect what-it-is"; it may not be a perfect, or even a great, song, but it's perfectly what it is. whatever that means. anyway, today was a perfect day. I had a great day of high performance driving school, where for 8-9 hours I didn't think about anything but cars and turn-in points and throttle control and trying not to get too wet... and not one thought about all the various stresses and excitements (good and bad) that usually make a hubbub in my head.

oddly enough, the point when I said to myself "today was perfect" wasn't a during or at the end of driving school but when, once I was home, I decided I would get a pizza from my favorite pizza place. I can't convey exactly why racing + relaxing with a movie and pizza makes for a little perfect day, but maybe you understand.