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Maybe it's to see it in a snow drift? Dunno but didn't really notice the obsession till I clipped out this much of this picture. Took the shot because if all goes well it'll be the last time I see my little T-bird anywhere near snow.

Left NY yesterday. Here I am in Pennsylvania, not hurrying at all. Yay for not hurrying! Did the first half of this trip in 60 hours door to door, showed up at the church a few minutes before my family and Greg. The second drive beat the first - 1163 miles. The final leg was a tiny little 4 hours. Hardly worth counting the miles eh? Unfortunately I'm where I was after 2 aggressive days east-bound, which means in my mind I only need one more room before I get home. Gotta talk myself into using 2 more rooms so's I radically reduce the opportunity for undesirable issue on the road back. Tickets, accidents. They're bad.

No drinking. Not even thoughts of drinking. Nice! Have I been cured of the obsession to drink? I think so, but I am not so naive as to believe I have somehow been cured of alcoholism. A permanent incurable disease doesn't go away even if the symptom(s) are in full remission.

I should shower and see about re-packing the car a wee bit. It is a total mess. Not that there's all this room I could do anything with, but still. Perhaps I can get a bit better about where shit is stashed in there.