Drew and I had a nice, too-short trip to Missouri this past weekend. Got to see lots of family I haven't seen since Thanksgiving. Got to relax a bit, although I also had to do quite a lot of studying.

Grandpa forgot to renew his driver's license and the license bureau said he had to retake both the written and the driving tests. He took the written with minimal studying and failed it. When we were there, he was trying to study for it but failed again a couple days ago. I don't know that he'll try a third time. I think if you fail it three times the state forces you to sign up for some kind of course.

I feel bad for him. He's 81 this year, and although his memory isn't what it used to be and he's not, ahem, the best driver on the road I know he doesn't want to give up that freedom. Plus they live on a farm in the middle of nowhere and if he can't drive to get his newspaper every morning his quality of life will suffer. He loves reading the St Louis Post Dispatch (which can't be delivered directly to the house).

I suggested to Mom and Aimee that Amanda move back to Missouri and take care of them. I haven't mentioned this to Amanda yet. Aimee said she'd chip in for a chauffeur's hat. Olivia suggested Amanda could get a part-time job at the Dairy Queen. I'm offering debt forgiveness (from Mom, who hasn't actually agreed to that) and a scholarship to the community college of her choice.

I'm studying for my final now. I was in a panic last night, but today I feel a bit better because I started reviewing old material so I don't feel quite as overwhelmed. It's going to be near-impossible for me to thoroughly review every lecture before Tuesday which is really depressing since only a few days ago I was sure I'd be done with that at least 48 hours before the test. I'm not very realistic with my studying goals, sometimes. Most of the time.

Drew's Johnson & Johnson boss invited him to drinks last night and floated the idea of him working full-time in New York. Which would require him getting an apartment there and us being separated most of every week. He's going to think about it for a few weeks. I'm trying to be supportive because he's been so supportive of me this year. Also, I think it could be really good for him and might perhaps someday lead to us both relocating to Manhattan permanently. Which would be amazing. It's still, I think, pretty unlikely that he'll take the job just because of logistics.

I hate making life decisions purely based on practical considerations. It's so hard figuring out what you want to do with your life and there's never less than a million reasons not to do something once you get an idea going. So I say "screw it." If he decides he wants to try to work there and has specific goals and reasons he knows it will be good for him then I'm sure we could pull it off. We can't stay in this apartment just because this is where our furniture is. Although I think the fact that our relocation from Los Angeles is so fresh in our minds is a huge reason both of us are so sickened by the idea of finding something else.