Man, it's spooky out there.

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I got out.  Needed to make a run.  Couldn't water tonight, anyway.  The roads were nearly empty.  But, of the cars that were out?  Half seemed drunk, or... something.  Driving 50 in a 60~65 zone.  But, not just on the highway.  There were several in town coasting about ten miles below the speed limit.  Two had their brights on and couldn't be convinced to turn them off.

Weaving drivers, even one which was going very slow.  At least half of the drivers out there were... something is wrong.  I got angry, the first time or two.  Then I realized I had no time for emotion.  I needed to watch myself, and traffic, very closely.  I had a few come pretty far into my lane.  It was a very strange night.

Drinking?  They... usually are right on that.  Heck, it seems the local cops know what you drank, how much, and when better than most of those who drink.  They have run every drunk driver to ground, dried up the pool.  Drugs?  There may be summer college?  But there wouldn't be many.  And they are generally more dedicated if they have that.  Ah, the coof not-vaxxes?  Yea, that may well be it.

Wow.  That was really eye opening.  I am going to be very attentive... more than usual by far... whenever I go out from now on.  That was as spooky an experience as I have had since I used to read or watch horror, when far younger, late into the night, alone.

Oh, earlier, while showing how solid the wood was, and being shown that it can be worked, I part of a log dropped and  took all the skin off a four inch by two inch pizza wedge slice of my lower leg.  It weighs so much, that wood.  And even the bark is hard as nails.  I am sure, now, that the branch was yanked down... it didn't fall.  Nothing punky in there at all.  But I also know, at least the size broken apart today, can be worked.  But with great effort.  The lad thought he'd just show me.  Spent an half hour, even in good health and youth, being taken by a middling log.  It may just have been the wood they were after.  That will burn forever.

But that... didn't just skin the part, it bruised it deeply.  Hurts like the dickens.

I'll try to get to bed soon.  I have the windows open, a few fans going.  But it is only 65 or so out there still.  And the smells.  My trash out there, but also animal.  When it gets this hot, for this long, smells are... special.  Worse, by far, in the city.  Even smaller ones like Logan.  But not exactly pretty out here.