My read-a-thon was interrupted to run an errand for Dave. I picked up everything he needed at the store in one town and drove it to the next town to meet him (only 7 miles apart). We transferred the supplies from the car to the pickup and I headed back to my comfy couch. But it was not to be - the pickup refused to budge. To be more specific, it refused to budge in reverse. "Drive" was still functioning, but not all that helpful when parked at a curb. So - blah, blah, blah (cause I know you don't really care about the details) Dave got where he was going, blah blah blah, I'm home again.
I'm caught up on all the mini-challenges to this point (at least the ones I'm still coherent enough to enter) and I'm going to settle into bed with my good book. It's 1:15 a.m. and we have to be on the road by 8:00 a.m. for a family reunion.
So good night, sweet read-a-thoners. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I'll never get out of bed when it is 'morrow. (My apologies to Shakespeare.)