Off to a flying start
Anna and I returned from New Orleans on New Years Eve, the grey ghost making its usual blistering progress over Hwy17 before depositing us in our warm and cozy bed, just in time for the New Year … in the central time zone.
Anna succumbed to sleep, while I pushed on into the night. At midnight, I climbed aboard my trusty steed for a quick round of the neighborhood. The deep winter cold of California kept me from going out for long. And the drunk drivers. And the neighbor kids having a roman candle gunfight. Ah, sweet sleep.
As the new year dawned, so too did our emigration responsibilities. Must be paper pushing time.
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