Very. Up at 3, out the door at 4, in Abilene by 11, out by 11:40, home by 7, unloaded by 8. 1 is now home, safe in mama’s arms.
Actually, I think that is a song waiting to be written, something like this:
in mama’s arms, there’s no fear or crying
in mama’s arms, she’ll only rest
That’s all I have for now but it’s a start. Other emotions have entered into the picture as well, not all nice. SU says it is sort of like the grieving process, first shock, sadness, emptiness, unbelief, then anger. Interesting but true.
867 miles, 15 hours, 12 cups of coffee, $158.47 to the Arabs for fuel.