Tom dropped off his car and we had lunch while he was waiting for it to be serviced. Turns out they needed a part so it wouldn’t be ready that day. I volunteered to drive him back home to Oxford.
I felt some guilt pangs for ducking out of work and meetings, but then I thought — I’m 52 years old dagnabbit — this is absolutely 1000% the correct thing to do with my time. (Also? The weather was kind of awesome, which helped.)
We hung out in his studio that afternoon and I got to see some of the projects he had brewing.
Like, the photo above wasn’t a project but the remnants of one where he glued all the scrap pieces of wood together.
I think it’s art!
I drove home with deep satisfaction that I not only made the right call by driving Tom home, but should duck out with regularity.