One more, anyway.

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Post that is, while I am at it and it is available.  I used this device to create a rout home.  On both sides is Logan, on a highway 30.  Yeah, I didn't even know Iowa had a Logan.  I also made a reservation for a stay tonight.  Reservations are good, but finding the place can be a trick.  While I was on the machine, I decided to post.

I had mom wake me this morning, to see her off and say farewells.  She cried up a storm, couldn't help it.  All good, that is how they reset, sort, and such.  It'll hit me, perhaps, when I am home and well rested.  All good.  I have most of my stuff packed and out.  I just had a few items for use and wear today, a fan, monitor, and screen to pack and put in as last items.  Oh, and some canned goods to take as well, salsa and such.  More, I am told, will be made this fall for me to take next spring.

A rainy day.  One of only a few since I have been back.  They are nearly at drought levels.  But a storm on my way in, and out, may lead to better things for them.  Not sure they will get an earthquake.  I either get those wrong or the timing is way off on those.  Dunno.  Everyone seems to have a weakness, flaw of particular note.  And, while I see, I see for my purposes, not for... others.

I am tired, as if I ran a marathon.  More, as I rested up from it, and through it, I got settled.  Now to pick up and finish the race is the hard part.  Two days of ugly driving.  A night at a strange place in a hostile world.  Then back to the world I know, or knew.  All good.  I am ready, if I am rather worn.

When home?  Ah, I promised I would get the kitchen sink and plumbing to trim first thing.  So a call, and shopping for a sink faucet, a high one.  I will just have a plumber do it.  Replumb underneath, the drain, and put in the faucet.  Then I will check on fees for a dumpster, while beginning to set things aside to be removed.  As well, I may begin shopping for a big/tall man's recliner.  I really need to figure out how to get the feet elevated more often.  Lots of other things to do, but not much else will happen until I have rested up a bit.  I feel, honestly, as if I have run a marathon and now have to run home too.  I'll... get there.

Time to pack up the last few items and hit the road.  I wrote the instructions, and will by more exact maps for Iowa and Wyoming... rather than the general regional map which simply doesn't have many small towns on it.  I made it, I suppose.  And would make it back.  I just like a little more surety.  Good day, perhaps goodbye?