Sunday, February 13, 2005

Traffic jam.

This has been a really pleasant day. Well, technically YESTERDAY was a really pleasant day, but since I haven't even begun to get ready for bed yet, it's still today.

And my little baby boy Zappa is downstairs watching TV! He'll be here until tomorrow evening. My beautiful daughter Belle is dropping by tomorrow, too; she's bringing her laundry so it might be a long visit. I hope so, anyway. She will probably take Zappa back up to the city with her.

You know you're tooling along an Indiana backroad when you see three cars in a fifteen-minute time period and you say "Where did all this traffic COME from?"

And if two of the three vehicles are pickup trucks, then you must be in SOUTHERN Indiana.

They were. We are.