Driving from northern Illinois to Denver back in August was pretty tiring, even though I was never behind the wheel. I at least had my brother to talk to.
Took off from the farm at just shy of 8 a.m. this morning and headed West, young man. Nobody in the car with me. Silence most of the way. I don’t know why I didn’t turn on the radio.
Pulled into my neighborhood at 8:25 Mountain Time. Very tired now that I can take my eyes off the road. Now I’ve just got to find street parking.
Good to be “home.”
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