Day 364: Intermission
Got a late start to Chicago Wednesday night Thursday morning. Late as in 4 a.m. Meaning this photo is only technically my Day 364 because I hadn’t yet been to sleep. [Project 365]
Got a late start to Chicago Wednesday night Thursday morning. Late as in 4 a.m. Meaning this photo is only technically my Day 364 because I hadn’t yet been to sleep. [Project 365]
Monday evening, Stephanie and I got all itchy for a roadtrip so we headed east and slightly north and ended up on the sleepy streets of Brownsville, which, for all we could tell, had been emptied out by the zombie apocalypse. Oh, except for RJ’s Hibachi, a greasy spoon that gleefully abuses the “hibachi” part of its name by completely ignoring it. It was hoppin’. We had some time to kill before the sun sat…
No time for art. Just packing. That container has since been filled to the brim and now I’m trying to see what I’ve left out. One thing I’ve got to pick up is boxed wine. Oh yeah, and food. Tomorrow morning (ugh, well, later today) I leave out for Nashville, where I’ll pick Amber up at the airport and we’ll truck it to Murfreesboro to pick up our tent and other camping goodies from her…
Two trips to Nashville in less than a week is hard on an old woman. [Project 365]
Wow, time got away from me last week and I find myself at home, back in cat hair-covered pajamas, just as god herself intended it. My trip across the state and back was amazing, as I fully expected it to be. And exhausting, like any good roadtrip vacation. Aside from the insomnia Tuesday night that knocked me out of doing the Jack Daniel’s tour Wednesday morning, everything else was smooth sailing. Let’s see if I…
Well, y’all, this is more or less what I’ve looked at all day long. It’s just been me and Fay, or maybe Fay’s bitchy little sister, not sure which, flirting for hours and hours along Highway 64. Sunshine, rain, sunshine, rain. Then mostly rain. And while I would have perhaps preferred a blue afternoon sky filled with nothing but those overweight clouds we enjoyed in abundance back in June, I can’t really complain about the…
My vacation starts in just a little more than two days. I’m doing mental fist pumps right now just thinking about it. I suppose I could do actual fist pumps, but I rarely have the gumption to follow through on a good fist pump once I’ve started it. They’re always better in theory, or when other people do them. That’s my thinking, at least. This vacation should be pretty interesting, I think. I’m taking it…
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