Spring in Michigan. Still looks like winter. Doesn't sound like it, though. Or feel like it.
The truck stop here has no phone. My wife may not know I'm still alive until lunchtime tomorrow.
Nothing within walking distance worth walking to.
But the hog trucks have left the parking lot. So all's right with the world.
Some days that's as profound as it gets.
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