Five separate states: Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Arkansas, Tennessee, then back to Texas
Twenty-five hours and thirty minutes: in the car, with three men that I work with, in uncomfortable seats and uncomfortable silences and no good radio stations
Four crossings of the Mississippi river: beautiful and wander-lust-inspiring every time
Four crossings of the Mississippi river: beautiful and wander-lust-inspiring every time
Four meetings: unload the car, set up the room, rearrange the room, conduct the meeting, tear down the room, load up the car
Three hotel rooms: bad beds, glaring streetlights, smoking floors, ice machines next door, lumpy pillows, yellow water, missing husband
Two days till the weekend: and a whole week's worth of work to cram into the hours between now and five o' clock tomorrow
Every day this week has felt like a Monday.
Did I mention the hay trailer that caught on fire on the side of the road and stopped traffic for an hour?
Did I mention the hay trailer that caught on fire on the side of the road and stopped traffic for an hour?
I don't want to leave Waco EVER again.
I'm so glad to be home.
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