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yay! for drugs...aspirin-decongestant-vitamins-coffee (one part Luzianne with chickory, two parts French Roast)... without which, i wouldn't have the inclination to be here, at work. day two. 252 miles since yesterday afternoon. with my home life dismantling, taking care of the cat has been an unexpected tug-of-war. with her gone, leaving her cat behind leaves the task of feeding either with me or the nicer neighbor lady. since she couldn't be located as of Sunday night, it meant that i had to drive back-and-forth to take care of business until i could locate her to cover for me... with my second upper respiratory infection of the year in the lovely breeding stages. but, always looking for the silver lining, the confinement in my wheeled metal car-puscle wasn't as dreary as the interminable sweeps of the windshield wipers would otherwise dictate. days like today were meant for trips in old British cars with unconventional music on the radio. or so i remember... ...corridors of trees, just beginning to transform from green to every colour in the spectrum...silhouetted against rain-blackened trunks in depths unspecified. ...all just beyond the reach of fenders and bonnet, curvaceous haunches channeling the tempest of wind like a feline. inside, surrounded by leather and wool and metal... faced with a restless binnacle of needles against black Smiths dials, lettered with dignified yet businesslike numerals. feet, warmed by the motor, inches away... ...and the thrum of four cylinders in syncopation, felt as well as heard, until the bass from the radio and the song of the exhaust are inseparable. ...and, as close at hand-to-shifter, the thigh of a feminine companion. ...and the seat next to me is empty. temporarily. |
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