St. Joe to Cheyenne

However uninspired, here is today's log entry. Or, actually, yesterday's.  Tuesday, I elected to get on the road and drive the short distance from Kansas City to Saint Joseph, MO.  That was a good idea, firstly because at that point everything I owned, including my bed, was sitting at the U-Haul facility in Kansas City awaiting shipment to Chico. Secondly, It easier, faster, and better to head out in the morning from a motel than from one's home. (Even though at that point I had turned in my keys and sort of had no home. Today, the16th, means I have no home, officially.) So yesterday, Wednesday, I woke up super early at a motel in St. Joe and drove to Cheyenne. What can I say? Dreary, muggy, cool-ish weather ("Close," as we say) in Missouri, and I encounter fog before I reach Lincoln, Nebraska. Not bad fog--you could still see the car in front of you--but patchy, with some thicker regions. Finally the sun shone through, and I had beautiful weather from then on. Traffic was surprisingly light. It was uneventful.

A fly got in my car and accompanied me most of the way. A couple of times I opened windows and encouraged him to leave and start his new life in Nebraska, but he opted to stick with me. It's possible he got out in Wyoming somewhere. I'm not sure if he is still out in the car as I write this, impatiently waiting for me to drink my coffee and come down.

I love my free trial subscription to Sirius Radio. I didn't think I would.  Like street heroin dealers, they hooked me and reeled me in. I'm fond of the Sixties channel, but occasionally I will stray into the Fifties or Seventies--even the Eighties  channel, if they don't play something obnoxious. So I crossed most of the Midwest without hearing a single conservative viewpoint from a right wing radio announcer. I still have to cross Utah.

And that is what I am about to do. I feel free from the grasping, twiggy karmic fingers of the haunted loft building that refused to let me easily slip away. I don't know what was going on, but I hope the debt has been paid--I think it must have, because of the compressed sequence of events after months of low frequency noise from the A/C compressors on the roof,--the rainy day, the last ditch efforts to delay me with late arriving movers, inoperative elevators and power outages and shut doors with no way to open them. I prevailed, and today I am in the sunshine.