Back to the buffer Sunday

I was in Illinois all week and it was a good trip. It’s always weird going back when I have to work because we do events all over the country and even though I was fifteen minutes from my home town there was so much to do I couldn’t really go outside of the event. I did get to see my friends Friday night and when I checked in to John’s house to change out of my dress clothes I was greeted by a Platinum guest of the week sign. Very funny.

Got to see a bunch of the boys at a local dive bar for a couple hours followed by a steak at a favorite place. Then the next morning it was up and over to check in with the dogs at my old house. Had a great talk with the ex as we get ready for the youngest to graduate college in a couple weeks and it was time for my next stop. Out to see Mom fresh off of hip replacement… but I got kicked out of there because the home healthcare folks showed up for her rehab work but that was okay because I was 20 minutes closer to home. I headed out to try and beat the storm system but I missed and drove in the rain for the last two hours.

An hour before rain demanded all of my attention I ended up passing a dude that was having a way worse day than I was. As they passed me I thought the passenger was singing her heart out. It made me smile. But upon further review she was screaming at the driver. Once they passed he got in front of me and matched my speed so the show was right there in my windshield. I couldn’t tune away.

I needed sound or subtitles because it looked brutal just from body movements and posture. It lasted so long that I got tired for him. And she must be an endurance athlete as well as an escaped mental patient because it’s really hard to maintain that level of rage for that long. And the poor driver. No matter what he fucked up. Even if it was as simple as getting in that car he was having a tough one and I felt bad. I had to pee and I started to worry that he would give up and crash on purpose just to make it stop so I pulled off at the nearest exit.

The beauty of the Saturday return is a complete Sunday to get ready for the week. I’ve got some errands to run today because it’s time that I buy some food like an adult. Condiments and beer do not cut it as grown up provisions. This is my only todo today so I’d best get going.