On the road again. The winding road. The rocky road.
The road less traveled.  The one paved with good intentions.
You take the high one.  I’ll take the low.
We’re on the road again.

Recap of the twelve hours on wheels.

Woke early.
Medicated the spaz dog and the neurotic cat.
Neurotic cat bit Mary. Not once. Not twice. But three times.
We are as stupid as the cat is neurotic.

Load ’em up. Move ’em out. Drive. Drive.
Eggs at Bob Evans.
Shame on you Bob. You quit serving ham. It is pig Bob. Pig.
Shame on you Bob. You quit serving waffles too. Cracker Barrel takes the lead.

Snow. Ice. Mountains.
What more?
Oh good. High winds.

Lunch at Wendy’s. Wendy’s with a leak.
My Single was soggy. That can’t be good.
Drive more. Drive more. Drive more.

Snow quit. Yeah.
Sedative not working on dog.
Cat has started squawking like Roseanne Barr.
Sign. Sign. Everywhere a sign.

Game of trivia.
Tutti’s name is Dorothy. Saints said “Who Dat”.
Snickers bars are named after a horse.
Enough trivia.

Curse of the slow left-lane driver. I think it is the fast lane.
Curse of the slow left-lane driver. I think it is the fast lane.
I think it is the fast lane.

More road.
Dinner at Burger King.
We asked to see the King.
They gave us Whoppers, and turned us away.

Record time on the road, despite the winter storm.
Dog is still acting like a fart in a skillet.
Home again. Home again.
Good to be home again.

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” – Matsua Basho