Okay, they were only bug corpses. No ax murderers met with a happy ending, nor did any killer zombies get hacked to bits. I did, however, have one of the most restless nights ever, as the wind kept shaking the whole house, and making it sound like something was waking down below me. I stayed till past noon to take advantage of the house, while I was not too piss-scared to do anything.
And now I'm in Minnesota! Real pretty so far. I made it to Wilmar, and decided to stop for the night. At the helpful local Chamber of Commerce (a real handy tool for the map-less traveler; there are always signs pointing you to them, and they usually have free maps, restrooms, helpful folks, and handouts on anything that could possibly be labeled an attraction) I found that the local community theater was showing The Hobbit that night, and lo and behold, they had exactly 1 ticket left. That was fun. And that's all I'll say about it. Community theaters are great and enriching things; I've just been spoiled by San Francisco little theaters. There was some fabulous acting, and fun costuming, and great lighting with the space they had.
I slept in today, waking up slowly and reading, something I haven't been allowing myself. Usually it's up at dawn and on the road. So now it's 10, I've had my run, and now I am at the library, about to go tweak my resume to get me a job as an usher at the Timberwolves stadium. Or maybe as a skit actor at the amusement park inside the Mall of America. Either way, it's about time to get a job, for a couple weeks at least. But I still have the weekend ahead of me. Which means excursions to the largest ball of twine, in
Darwin, and the Runestone museum in Alexandria. Rock on.