I fought through the depression and the cold this morning and drove my clothes to the Wishy Washy. I'm staying loyal to them as the new Laundry has opened in the middle of town.

Saw a beautiful mid forties woman with this insanely slim body there. Most women around here are overweight, so it's nice to see, but I digress...

Got my stuff clean, then headed to Krogers. I needed basic supplies for the next couple of days, I put together a special dinner package for Shelby and I one night, and I fueled up.

I got everything home and put away, when the phone rang. It was my friend, he was stranded at a gas station off Hwy 64. He had ridden The Bitch's bike up there, she came up and snagged it, and he was stranded.

Of course I rescued him, let him buy an internet card at the Dollar Store, and drove him home. And of course, he got me stoned, because that's the way we roll.

As I was heading back I decided to stay on Hwy 64, instead of going the normal way. It's a wide open highway with a 65mph speed limit and I cranked my baby up and cruised for an extra five miles to home.

I'm about to embark on a Christmas journey to Tampa, FL, with 683.35 miles between my house and Shelby's, and I needed to know if my sweet truck Jill is ready. As we're flying down an empty highway I shouted out to her Are you up for a road trip? and suddenly she spoke to me, and I clearly heard Yes, Yes! in the cab. It was a very nice female voice!

So that's my day, as the early afternoon arrives. What started out as a miserable pity party this morning, turned out great!