I was supposed to leave for Chicago last night after work, but I was wiped out. I'd really forgotten what's it's like to be new to a job. So far, the people seem really nice, but there are so many of them. And so much work! On the bright side, I'm only 20 years away from retirement. So close, I can taste it.
Now it's time for me to start driving to Chicago. As usual, the long lonesome road will tempt me to a life of long-haul trucking: black coffee; cb radio; and speed. For this weekend, though, I'll stick to the plan -- early drinks and dinner with my wife and friends, then Elvis Costello and Bob Dylan at the Chicago Theatre. Listen for my squeals.
a good way to celebrate...hope your hearing came back to you...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the drive to Chicago from Cincy. When else can you stare at absolutely nothing for 4 hours and then drop down into the whirling traffic maelstrom of Chi town. I had some of my best and worst ideas on that drive.
ReplyDeletePeace, love and Understanding.