Read-A-Thon: The Wee Hours

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.)