Because I sense this could use some backstory:  Yesterday we were making our two daily trips on the freeway, as we’ve been doing all week; we’re in a rented SUV, Lloyd is driving and I’m passengering; as always, the traffic is bad, and because we don’t normally drive such big vehicles, I’m having a terrible time judging things like distance and speed and space cushions.  When we got back to the hotel, Lloyd asked if I was okay; when I said I was, and asked why, he answered, “Well, I kept getting the feeling that you thought I was going to get us into a crash.” I felt about *this* big.

For the record, Lloyd is a terrific driver, careful and safe, and doesn’t deserve this sort of nerve from me.

Also, I listened to Dune unabridged on CD during a recent long-ass drive and when I saw the word ‘bene gesserit’ I thought to myself, ‘Huh.  So, that’s how he spelled it.’