Came home from work this morning and got immediately sick. Won't go into too many details, but it was awful for several hours.
Cindy is stuck in Atlanta. They keep delaying flights to backwater jukejoints like Knoxville, because some piddly thunderstorms, poor management of the busiest airport in the world, and the ineptitude of the TSA made flights to JFK, La Guardia, and Newark late. So they put the whole world on hold to get those flight "caught up". They could just as easily pop other flights in between and alleviate the massive unhappiness in the airport, but they are too stupid to do that.
In the meantime, Loni leaves the house at 5 am to go to the airport to fly to SLC. I can neither pick up Cindy nor take Loni because I am working the mid shift again. On top of that, Loni is scrambling to get a ride from SLC to Provo. On top of that, nobody will rent a car to a 19 year old.
On top of that, the cable guy comes in the morning between 10 and noon to find out why our DVR/cable box keeps rebooting itself every day, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day.
On the bright side, I rode 24 miles today after I felt better. Makes me think I had food poisoning or something. I still feel week, so I rode in two 45 minute stints and took it fairly easy.
But this brings me to 499 miles and I'm in the middle of nowhere in northwest Indiana, between two places called Mt. Ayr and Surrey. Above is a picture of the number 2 building of 10 dairy buildings of the Fair Oaks Dairy in the area. Yippee. 147 people in Mt. Ayr, according to Wikipedia. If you want the article, go for it. The closest church building is the Rensselaer Branch down the road.
Then there is this other place called Surrey. Don't bother.
Well, Loni just called and Cindy is actually boarding. So there is another round of prayers answered. I need to learn patience. Maybe that's what this is all about.
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