Who’s that knocking at your door? Is it Father Time? Or is it the ghost of a Monday morning hangover to come?
Home again now, via a day-long trip on interstates 95, 26, and 77. Went from palm trees to freezing mud. But it’s a dry heat!
Welcome to my world.
On traveling on Interstates with kids:
Kids: Are we there yet? Me: No, and we never will be. Kids: ??? Me: Think about it. (SpongeBob announcer says, Five Minutes Later) Kids: What do you mean? Me: Here is where we are. There is someplace else. So, we will never be there.
Never heard the question again, Are we there yet.
Happy Friday, all. The sun is out, the temperature is seasonal. I ended almost a year's procrastination yesterday and got something accomplished. In fairness to myself, it was one of those things that seems wait its own time.
It's going to be a good day.