Fairborn to Kendallville: November 27

I think the most posting I did yesterday, the above mentioned November 27, was to text “Here” to Der Bingle and “Lots” when he inquired about rain on the trip. I think I was in a bit of a daze because and, oh crap, I’m going to pun and I didn’t intend it, the days have run together this week.

I don’t know how this could happen. I mean Thanksgiving is on a Thursday, every year. It is not unlike having to be totally brain dead to ask what day of the week Good Friday falls on this year. But it did happen and Thanksgiving failed to be my touchstone; I didn’t feel as if I were driving to Kendallville on a Friday – it was more like a paranormal day. Just the overcast and then raining period of time.

The thermometer on the dash stayed pegged at 57 for so long I felt as if I should bang on the gauge like they do in old World War II submarine and airplane movies. But, finally, somewhere a little south of Van Wert, it dropped to 56 degrees and bit by bit it got down to 41 by the time I pulled into the driveway. It was still raining and by that time it was really dark – the dark and stormy night thing, not fit for man nor beast . . . that sort of eerie arrival.

Are you as horribly bored with this rambling as I am? I wish I had a nice punch line or even a juicy bit of gossip, but I believe I have totally wasted your time. I suppose I should go back to the top and post a warning, but the heck with it.