Yesterday was quite a busy one for L; master class; then a gig for a local charity; and finally a dance. She had the car that we actually own, it was raining (which here means, watch out, because most of us citizens don't know how to drive in inclement weather!) so I was on high alert.
Having her out at night is very stressful for me. I really like having all the chickens in the coop. I remember my 8th-grade French teacher saying much the same thing about her twin teenage sons (who had tennis-player legs, as I recall). Until you hear that car pull in, all is tension. Even though she is considerate and trustworthy, you never know who is hurtling toward her from another direction. Visions of crumpled autos dance in my head.
My entire being was tense, and that led to muscle aches. Plus worry about my workload doesn't help.
But she returned, having had a great time. Introverted me doesn't quite understand having fun at a dance . . .