I think I left most of my brain in Lexington or Cozad or Gothenburg or Big Springs or York or the 2nd North Platte exit or Ogallala or someplace. Sigh.
Approximately 5 hours into the drive on my way back after Thanksgiving, I had this conversational thought exchange with myself:
Me: “Well that’s the last of the Dr. Pepper.”
Me: “Maybe I’ll have a daughter who grows up to be a librarian.”
And I envisioned it, and she was awesome and the coolest librarian ever, and I was glowing with pride.
* Too Much Interstate 80.