This is from my iPhone since I don't have my laptop along with me on this Greyhound bus. I thought it would be an adventure to go by bus to see Cousin Marilyn in Des Moines (driver says Dezz Moinzz). However, I'm in an endurance challenge that rivals 44 hrs returning from Europe. I'm lucky, I guess; I'm surrounded by people who didn't pick Greyhound because they love it.
The morning has slipped into afternoon and early fog and overcast are traded for clear blue skies and dissiduous forest for a farmed and flatter landscape.
Listening to following kept my mind off bodily discomfort:
Whew. Guy next to me woke up. Made my little bus bathroom successfully. Saw the girl and guy behind who've been talking fairly loudly. She ditched the guy she was with at Toledo station. And took up with the one she picked out before boarding. He is a handsome young man. Her head is on his shoulder as she sleeps; their legs intertwined. She is a thin little thing. She's headed to her home in Salt Lake City after working at Walmart n Ohio somewhere with boyfriend. Only other place she's been is once to Portland. Her conversation was complete airhead for about 15 min. before she must have fallen asleep. I don't think he minds.
Postings will switch to Facebook for a few days due to rigors of small keyboard, and head swimming bouncing.
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