Closer to fine

I had a little road trip this evening to collect some armchairs from a family friend. Ninety minutes alone in a car with a iPod. I chose the back catalogue of the Indigo Girls and all the memories of the early nineties that evoked. I am so out of practice, I was stumbling over the words, murdering the harmonies. Then I realised 1. no one could hear and 2. it didn't matter. And by the time Kid Fears came on, I *was* Michael Stipe.