Traveling back from West Texas

Today Lauren and I came back from our visit to my Mom’s where we observed Thanksgiving in the company of my grandparents, my aunt, my step-father, and my sister.

As Lauren was ferrying us out of Lubbock a big, nice rock, decided to leave its mundane terrestrial existence for a short-lived visit to the front of my windshield.

CRACK heard I, my gaze bolting upward from my copy of The New Yorker.

Alas, my wily economic analysis making driving a better proposition than flying was rent asunder.

I’ll be going to take the car in for its 4K service, so I guess I can have two issues addressed in one car-less day.