I went to bed around midnight on the 24th. Woke up 5 hours later & couldn't get back to sleep so I says screw this I'm just gonna head out. Drank an excessive amount of coffee, grabbed my laptop & threw some clothes in a rubbery plastic bucket thing, put it in the car, topped off the air in the tires & headed out.
Drove no more than 9 miles before the road turned white. Why is it that I only get a white Christmas the one year I have to make a road trip in a car with slightly overinflated tires?
Stopped at @
blackw900's house on the way here. That's one scary place to be. He has an entire room full of medieval torture devices but he just refers to them as "antiques". He says the modern stuff is in the shed out back.

The walls in the entire house are painted blood red (at least he
said it was just paint...

) and all the decor is Gothic style, except for one stone pillar in the corner with a feather duster on top. He said it's for when @
Tim is over.
At my aunt's house out in the sticks instead of my grandma's. I washed (warshed) the car at a car wash on the way through town to get all the salt off of it. This morning I gave up trying to get my tub full of clothes & stuff out of it because all 4 of the doors are frozen shut. The sun will thaw it out soon I suppose.
Granny is doing a LOT better actually. My aunt & cousin told me she hadn't improved, but they see her frequently enough I just think they didn't notice. She's not 100% and still repeats the same stories over & over, .. word for word even, .. but other than that she seems normal.
She even remembered to ask for her medicine & when one of the 4 pills was invisible in her hand because it's a clear transparent gelcap, she said there's supposed to be 4.
But she did tell me that this is her daughter's house a few minutes ago. That's good to know, .. cuz I'd been wondering whose house it was I drove 550 miles to get to yesterday.
