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I passed, I passed, I PASSED. I realize getting one's license shouldn't be that big of a deal, but I'm 45 and never gone beyond the permit stage. It's one of those things that just ends up being a bigger deal as more time goes on. But, I passed despite a once forgotten signal on the k-turn. Everything else was easy. I babbled a bit at the tester, a former cop. Zan thought it would be daunting to have such a person as a tester but he was a nice guy. When I put the car in park, he told me I passed and shook my hand. As he explained the one mistake, he told me that he recognized I was nervous and I had been more than fine. I thanked him and ruefully explained that Pete would be thrilled as this was 20 years overdue.

So yeah, I finally have a license. And while it is a great relief to be done, there is too much going on otherwise for this to be much more than a short-lived victory.