Sunday, August 17, 2003 AD Pooped Got home a little before three this afternoon. So far still vowing never to leave Baltimore again. Next month's planned Chicago trip is not looking likely. Just can't stand the thought of that much driving after the misery of this trip. So much traffic. So much lostness. So much frustration. So much exhaustion. So much locking myself out of my car at the Taco Bell on Elm Street (nightmare, indeed!) in Fishkill, N.Y., and bursting into tears at the payphone when the triple-A operator told me it might take two hours for someone to rescue me. Happily, the truck came within half an hour, but I was feeling utterly defeated. Nope...doesn't take much, does it?
On the other hand, maybe I should drive to Chicago by myself. Nothing like this sort of stuff for shining a spotlight on all my character flaws and giving me an opportunity to learn the patience and contentment I am so sorely lacking. Sanctification via vacation, I suppose you could call it.
Whuppin' Cindy at Scrabble by over a hundred points did bring some consolation. ;-) But mostly I'm just really, really glad to be back home on familiar streets. Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 8/17/2003 04:55:00 PM
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