A long drive

If God's willing and the creek don't rise I will be in Merrill Wisconsin by dinner time on Thursday.

Alright, just a few more hours to go and I'm off work for 4 days. In a row. Heading north and west into the great American meat and potato middle. Changed the oil last night and soaked the sleeve of my favorite sweatshirt in the black goo that dripped from the car's open bottom. Damn. Looks like the weather is going to be shite on the way up too, oh well, as long as it stays rain and does not freeze all will be fine.

I love a long drive alone, the solitude is refreshing and restful, and the destination is truly something to look forward too. Each passing mile is a journey packed with all the hope and bright eyed optimism that a moment can hold.

It's not so much God that concerns me, it's those damn creeks.