I have to admit driving a silver Dodge Charger on the freeway is a blast. Many law enforcement agencies in the U.S. use them. It was hysterically funny watching people about to pass us panic and slam on the brakes.
If it weren't for the damn pandemic, I would have wanted to spend a lot more time in Memphis. Or even stopped at the National Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, Kentucky, which we normally do if only to pick up t-shirts to add to our collection. But the full parking lot dissuaded us from stopping.
So we arrived at home. Other than dropping off the rental car, picking up Bella from the kennel, and grabbing a few groceries from the store, we plan to hunker down for the next two weeks.
Or I do. DH is going to the first high school soccer game of the season tonight. He's already been on the phone with the district's athletic director. It'll be just DH and the announcer in the booth with masks and sitting six feet apart.
While he's gone, I'll see about getting writing done. And give lots of attention to the furball who's been stuck to my legs for the last twenty-four hours.
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