FIFTY FIVE!Yep, I have the same problem as Sammy Hagar... but right now I'm afraid I can't drive period. I am beat. I've driven somewhere around 2400 miles in the last twelve days. That's wayyyyy too much for this puppy. I rolled back to the ole' homestead this afternoon, and am anxiously awaiting Jane's return tomorrow. It's been a rough couple of weeks.
It's weird... it just kinda seems like when someone close to you dies, everything should stop. But life rolls along. And there's this weird intersection where the stopped "you" meets the moving "world" and... it's a funny feeling.
Well, I think I'm unpacked; I have the mail piles separated; the dog is asleep in front of the door; I have located where the antifreeze is leaking from the car; clothes are in the wash... Now that I've sat down, I think I'm done. Somebody needs to turn me over.
More later, friends. Peace. Revolu... (yeah).
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