The sun was going down when I was somewhere over Oklahoma on my flight home, and it was the most stunning thing I have ever seen. We were above a thick cloud cover that glowed orange and red, as the sky changed its hues. A crisp full moon rose at the same time, and I was up there for all of it.
I'm so silly. I know flying should be old hat by now, but I think that every time I see a sight like that, I will be awed.
Tach is doing just fine; a little musty, a little cold, and one headlight is out now to match the taillight in the back, but I'll fix both of those tomorrow, and all will be well. I was not as stoked about traveling as I should have been yesterday, although I was glad to be reunited with him. To raise my spirits, and to get me out of the 30 degree weather, I decided to treat myself to a motel room (courtesy of the sisters; thanks, gals!). So I spent my first night back on the road the same way I have spent the past 2 months; on the bed, in front of the tube, zoning. I have to break back into this gradually.
I can't believe it's been so long since I have actually been driving my way. Over 3 months, I think. Crazy.
Tonight is another comfortable night. I am staying with a fabulous knitter named Theresa, who I met through this blog! We were very pleased to discover that neither of us are axe murderers (although the night is still young; if you don't hear from me tomorrow...), and we are planning a nice quiet night of knitting. Yay!
The only hard thing is that she already knows all of my stories, having read my blog. How am I supposed to pay for my keep? I have to entertain some way. In the future, I will have to leave one or two incredible stories out, so I can treat those who open their house to a virtual stranger. For tonight, maybe I'll just make one up.
"Far in the wilds of North Dakota, I came upon my first Sasquatch..."