Hopefully, if you read this around the time it posts, I'll be asleep. I am rarely asleep now, but I have to get up at 3:00 a.m. -- around the time I usually head off TO bed -- to take my wife to Aberdeen to catch a bus. She is headed off to a big union meeting near Seattle for the weekend.
Originally, our plan had been for me to take Della to Aberdeen on Friday night and have her stay in a motel. It's been several years since I last checked motel prices and, like everything else, said prices are a lot higher than they use to be. The least expensive room I could find would run about $75!!! It's not worth it...though I may think differently as I drive bleary-eyed through the Willapa Hills in a few hours. :-(
Addendum: Of course, I'm NOT asleep. It's too early. I went to bed a little after 11:00 p.m. and all I did was lay there staring at the ceiling. So now, I'm sitting here at my computer DREADING the drive in two hours. I dread it because it's upsetting my routine and, as a very regimented person, I get freaky when my patterned existence is altered.
It's a really weird sensation. I'm going to drive a route I've probably driven 100 times before. It's an easy drive and something I could almost do in my sleep. Yet, here I sit with a knot in my stomach and my pulse racing. It doesn't seem to matter what my rational mind thinks of the situation; the neurons in my brain seem to fire on their own.
Sigh.
Originally, our plan had been for me to take Della to Aberdeen on Friday night and have her stay in a motel. It's been several years since I last checked motel prices and, like everything else, said prices are a lot higher than they use to be. The least expensive room I could find would run about $75!!! It's not worth it...though I may think differently as I drive bleary-eyed through the Willapa Hills in a few hours. :-(
Addendum: Of course, I'm NOT asleep. It's too early. I went to bed a little after 11:00 p.m. and all I did was lay there staring at the ceiling. So now, I'm sitting here at my computer DREADING the drive in two hours. I dread it because it's upsetting my routine and, as a very regimented person, I get freaky when my patterned existence is altered.
It's a really weird sensation. I'm going to drive a route I've probably driven 100 times before. It's an easy drive and something I could almost do in my sleep. Yet, here I sit with a knot in my stomach and my pulse racing. It doesn't seem to matter what my rational mind thinks of the situation; the neurons in my brain seem to fire on their own.
Sigh.
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