Memphis to Saint Louis
I left the hotel early and set out on a quest for coffee. It took longer than it should have, but I got my Java and set out for St. Louis. It was a long and largely boring drive, except for one scary moment when I choked on my drink because of that stupid dead nerve in my throat from the thyroid surgery. Spewing coffee on your steering wheel makes it all sticky. The other big thrill of the drive was the OUTSTANDING sunburn I got on my left forearm. I had to tie a bandanna around it to keep it from getting crispy. But despite all that, I was home by early afternoon.
It was so good to be home, it was really easy to contemplate blowing the Iowa show off. But it was also easy to talk myself right out of that stupid idea. I unpacked the car, started the laundry, paid the bills, and speed mowed the yard while Ellie basked in her leash freedom. When the laundry was all done, I reorganized, downsized, and repacked. I think it was about seven or eight at night before I finally got to sit down.
I downloaded, organized, and edited photos, then threw a blog update up and that was all I could squeeze out of that day.
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