Remember when? When adventure plans totter on the edge because irrational fear. Fear of dripping water on the stair banister threatens to derail the trip.
We arrived Lincoln, Nebraska, at 8:30 PM, just as the snow (freezing rain?) combined with the existing high winds (since Wyoming).
Invested the eight hours or so of driving I-80 listening to an audio book of high quality (at least the diction and images). The story, so far, mostly garners my appreciation. Perhaps the author introduces a twist (or two) in future chapters.
Reflection moments few. Conscious choice for audio book listening rather than silence, or conversation, or instrumental music and quiet mental thought. One reason why I prefer walking a trail rather than driving a vehicle all day.
The gas station attendant, whom I only encountered because the establishment required visiting the cashier in person instead of paying at the pumped, seemed a bit put out with my novice understanding of paying ahead. We eventually found common ground (and transfer of funds and a full tank of fuel).
Friendly hotel clerk greeted us warmly, asking about our travels then discussing the weather (and the football game on Friday in the predicted snow).
The water situation at the homestead is static. Kind Neighbor checked the house; no evidence of drips; turned the water off.