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Friday 10:19 PM 4/23/04

Mom's house in Enid...

I got off at 14:00 today, and we were on the road by 15:30 with no problem.

No calls last night, so I got a good ten hours.

Doesn't seem to stop the tard from drifting in, though.

Oops, not supposed to talk about that, heh.

I really like driving the turnpike this time of year, when spring is bustin' out all over. Most people don't appreciate the hills of the Kansas Flint hills, but I do. In fact, I like most of the eastern half of Kansas, but the plains, they weary me.

Karen drove to the ElDorado rest stop, and then I took over, and it's a damned good thing. Rained like hell on us through Wichita, and then on south to the OK-KS border it got really bad, had to pull over a coupla times. Heavy rain with some hail mixed in, in some places the road looked like it'd been snowing. Nothing really big, just lots of it.

We were listening to a Wichita PBS station, and they kept interrupting with weather bulletins, severe thunderstorm warnings for the area that we were traveling in.

Yeah, yeah, participles will dangle sometimes, it's their nature.

Anyway, we got outta that storm right before we hit the junction with the Braum's, so we stopped to eat. While we were sitting there eating, I got the brightest idea that I've had for a while: I went to the car and opened the trunk and dug out the umbrella. And, of course, we didn't need it after all. 'Cause I knew that if I didn't go get it once that I'd thought about it, we would need it.

However, the storm that we had emerged from kept building to the south, and after we made the turn on US64 to Enid they issued warnings for the area that we had stopped at.

Damned pesky participles....

As usual, Mom looks good. She was happy to see us, as usual. Or at least, she put on a good act....

We sat around and talked for a while, then I went into the bedroom and put her computer together and fired it up and, uh, wrote this and then went to bed..


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