The day is quite nice, the temperature just right. The motel where I was staying had a nice breakfast, waffles, eggs and such. I had cereal, coffee and orange juice and a super small chocolate looking donut as I left the dining area, on the road then by nine, arriving at my sister's before eleven. Took it easy, pulled over twice to stretch and buy a small cup of coffee to help the body, you know, keep with the program.

Later. No reason to add any earlier links to the journal while on the road. I looked through the sterling copy, corrected some really ugly constructs, wondered it the guy writing it was on drugs as opposed to me merely tired, but then realized there's not a lot of difference anymore. That's not true, but the writing becomes bent in a particular way when you're tired. More a matter of rhythm and gibberish.

I did shoot a picture of Babe and the Blue Ox when passing yesterday, remembering a picture Mr. Mc had posted on his drive south. Lots of competition to get you to pull over, ways to earn a living in an area where it's hard to find jobs and there's a well travelled roadway full of tourists off your front porch. Some of them are quite clever and original, most of them are crap. But that's life in any endeavor. Appreciate the good stuff.

Other than that I pulled over at a couple of obvious places and took one or two pictures. I've not decided on them yet, but I think I find them attractive. There must be a face hidden in one of them.

Later still. A run over to a restaurant sitting out on their patio with my sister and nephew to have an artichoke prepared rather nicely, a photo or two of a statue nearby and a cute dog. Yes, I take cute dog photos, no apologies. But maybe you know that.