This past weekend, I spent many hours in the car. Twenty four hours to be exact--12 hours on Friday--and then 12 hours again on Sunday. Well worth the trip, I got to see a dear friend of mine and her husband and their lovely little house, and the tiny town they live in and their wonder dog, Cortez.
My comrade in traveling was a patient, optimistic soul that I know from our days of working at a bookstore together. I told her stories about my life for hours. Adventures in college, and with boys and with my family; opinions about movies and books and television shows--who knew I was such an interesting person? Course, she might tell you different.
Anyway, what I realized was that there's really nothing like having that long to talk and laugh about life to really refresh your soul and help you to appreciate what is true and good---
Winter weather exists (a lit roadway sign told us of this in case there was any doubt)
London and Richmond are, in fact towns in Indiana and not England.
And when you can't see straight from laughing so hard--it may be time to pull over.
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