Joanna apparently has company coming over tonight, but I’ll write more soon.
I’ve been walking during my lunch hour most days unless it’s raining. I often bring along a plastic bag or two. I walk from my office to America the Beautiful Park and then walk along one of the trails that extends from it. Here’s a sign along the way. I’m not sure what it means. Caution, people in wheelchairs may suddenly roll out in front of you? Here’s a sign in the park. Apparently, regular roller skating is okay. The park abuts Fountain Creek, along which runs the Fountain Creek Trail (which becomes The New Santa Fe Trail further north).…
Sydney asked me how my trip to Russia was, this evening. Confused, I looked up my Latitude history, and found this: So, in addition to being transported to Russia, I was also transported to tomorrow, and back! I can’t begin to guess what caused this problem. The other amusing thing is that Google doesn’t know that Dad’s router is no longer in Memphis, TN. So I make lots of jumps between here and Memphis, too.
As I rode through the farmland approaching the Mississippi, I could tell that much of it had flooded recently, and there was still a lot of water in some of the low places. The very small country road I was on crossed the interstate. Before it did, I pulled off at a truck stop in order to top off with some 93 octane fuel. 93 Octane seems to be available at big gas stations on populated areas, but often 89 was the best I could find on the road. 93 octane did a pretty good job of preventing auto-ignition unless…