The car is warm.
The tunes are right.
I think I’ll drive seventeen hours tonight.
The northern migration has begun.
Fingers and toes.
Fingers and toes.
I think that this is where all kinds of stuff goes.
So – here we go again . . .
I’m on the verge of something that I haven’t done in awhile. Something that I haven’t particularly enjoyed doing – uhm – maybe ever . . . but something that tends to result in good times for all.
Tonight when I get home from work, I’m aiming my car towards the dirty dirty south with the hope being that I will roll into Atlanta at some point tomorrow.
The route that I am taking says that it only takes 13 hours and 59 minutes. I think it is fibbing.
Keep those fingers and toes crossed.
I probably wrote out 10 things last night. I really – seriously – probably – tried to post it. I honestly thought that it went out onto the tubes. But it didn’t.
I don’t even have a copy of my list . . .Â
So here is my shot at trying to re-make my list.
- I’ve been seeing either a lot of skunks lately – or – one skunk a whole lot.
- I woke up on Tuesday with a band-aid on my arm and couldn’t remember where it came from.
- There was an elephant nabbing in my house this week.
- Don’t let your dogs eat leaves. It doesn’t end well.
- Legal papers give headaches.
- I found the band-aid on my arm again. It was Thursday.Â
- The world snowed on me. I didn’t like it.
(hey . . . 8 out of 10 isn’t all that bad – right?!)