The other week, or rather the one before last, I spent a lot of time traveling and being well away from home.
(Vacation is good work when you can get it.)
I drove to visit family in East Texas, then to a friend in Fort Worth to pick up a long-ago-lent book and finally to a friend in La Crosse, Wis., because the coin came up tails and heads was South Carolina/Georgia. All in all, I reckon I spent at least 55 hours driving in less than week, watching the dry flat plains peel away to fill rearview mirror and wandering a small amount around a tiny Oklahoma town where a layer of mist hovered a few feet above the wet soaked fields, ditches and ponds.
ADJ 