After hacking the wireless at my brother's place and catching up on email, I settled in for a good night's sleep. Monday morning I got up and showered, preparing for the drive from Milwaukee to Bismarck, ND. I think I pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve in my neck showering in Kevin's midget shower. Seriously Kevin, who has a shower head only 4 ft off the ground? Hope there's no traffic, as I won't be able to turn my head.
After polishing off the Diane Rehm autobio, I got to listen to Oliver Wyman read the first few CD's of "The World Is Flat" en route to Bismarck. Good stuff, but I feel lame for "reading" it 4 years too late. In the last 45 minutes of this drive, heading from the east to the west, with my bike on the roof rack, it went something like this:
Cigar cloud:
A grown man crying about the weather:
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