On the Way Home

Just wanted to update people before bed. My phone is again failing to send/recieve texts and phone calls. I'm getting deeply frustrated with FreedomPop over this. It seems to be my bad luck; my family members using this service have not encountered this.

Anyway, I drove the eight hours or so from Tulsa to just over the Mississippi River and am too tired to keep going. Lisa is not up to driving after her dental work. We're crashing at a Comfrot Inn. I'd tell you what city it is, but I don't remember. It's about four hours south of Chicago.

Home tomorrow. Well, today.

(Collinsville. We're in Collinsville.)

Home!

From earlier today, while still on the road:

"If I don't come home, it's because I decided to live in an abandoned UFO off of Route 66. I'm sure you'll understand."

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Yes, I'm home safe, and so is Lisa. I dropped her off in Chicago and got home to Wisconsin about fifteen minutes ago. I don't have enough time to do all the things I should do to be ready for tomorrow, but I'm so glad to be back.
More later, including pictures that Lisa took of me while I took my own pictures of the Pensacola Dam today. I'll write more about my trip after I have sleep and a shower and deal with school and stuff.

The Miracle of Plumbing

That wasn't the best shower of my life. The shower I took after a week spent overheated and dehydrated in the Lacandon Jungle of Chiapas is in a league of its own. But that was one of the better ones.

G'night, all.