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Weird day...
Aug. 17th, 2017 10:01 pmUp at 4:30 am, with the idea of hitting the road at 6 am.
It didn't quite work out that way. I finally left the house at 7:30 am, in plenty of time to run into traffic, except that I minimized that particular delay by doing an end run via 146, 225, and 610. Still, I only managed to cover 40 miles during the first hour on the road.
Meanwhile, Galina was getting new tires, and eventually, we met at a truck stop in Midlothian, Texas, where we exchanged garage door openers and other implements of destruction. I continued north on 287, and Galina and Alla headed south, toward I-45 and home.
I mentally decided to stop at the first reasonable motel after entering the city limits of Childress, Texas, and it turned out the motel that Natalie and I stopped at during our January 1996 trip to Houston (where I was to assume the responsibilities of vice president at the NASA contractor that supplied—ad still supplies—language services to JSC). Today, the place is a Motel 6 franchise, and that makes it a "reasonable" place to stay, in my book.
The only down side of stopping in Childress is that it is just short of halfway to Pagosa (510 of 1040 miles). On the other hand, I only spent 11 hours on the road (which includes all stops for gas, meals, and meeting up with Galina and Alla), and my one and only client sent me an assignment that I've been pounding away at for the past two and half hours. I really don't want to have to work on this over the weekend, and there's a good chance I won't, assuming I can get a decent night's rest.
Which is something I ought to see about getting, in short order.
In any event, the program for tomorrow morning is to despeckle what I've done, send it off, and get on the road by, say, 7 am.
Cheers...
It didn't quite work out that way. I finally left the house at 7:30 am, in plenty of time to run into traffic, except that I minimized that particular delay by doing an end run via 146, 225, and 610. Still, I only managed to cover 40 miles during the first hour on the road.
Meanwhile, Galina was getting new tires, and eventually, we met at a truck stop in Midlothian, Texas, where we exchanged garage door openers and other implements of destruction. I continued north on 287, and Galina and Alla headed south, toward I-45 and home.
I mentally decided to stop at the first reasonable motel after entering the city limits of Childress, Texas, and it turned out the motel that Natalie and I stopped at during our January 1996 trip to Houston (where I was to assume the responsibilities of vice president at the NASA contractor that supplied—ad still supplies—language services to JSC). Today, the place is a Motel 6 franchise, and that makes it a "reasonable" place to stay, in my book.
The only down side of stopping in Childress is that it is just short of halfway to Pagosa (510 of 1040 miles). On the other hand, I only spent 11 hours on the road (which includes all stops for gas, meals, and meeting up with Galina and Alla), and my one and only client sent me an assignment that I've been pounding away at for the past two and half hours. I really don't want to have to work on this over the weekend, and there's a good chance I won't, assuming I can get a decent night's rest.
Which is something I ought to see about getting, in short order.
In any event, the program for tomorrow morning is to despeckle what I've done, send it off, and get on the road by, say, 7 am.
Cheers...
