Blank brain, baby...

The drive through Canada was so tedious and uninteresting, I could not kick my brain into gear. I just went quiet and let the nonstop fields and occasional trees and nothingness pass me by. The roads were in beautiful shape. Traffic was fairly light. Didn't have anything in the was of a truck stop till I was more than halfway along...and that was called an OnRoute.

Seriously, nothing interesting happened until I hit Windsor and crossing the bridge back into the US was cut down to one lane. I stopped at the Duty Free shop to use the toilet before braving that mess. I'd probably still be there awaiting passage except I have a Nexus card, which is like TSA PreCheck for Border Patrol, so got to use the special lane.

I'm returning by way of the 90, through Ohio. I hope that's more interesting.

I really hate it when my mind shuts down and just goes from one moment to the next. It's too much like how my life's been...meandering, not really planned. Dealing with shit as it arises instead of working out how to avoid it. Just hoping everything will come together.

DCQ is being that way. Let's see how this does...or that... I don't even know its voice, yet. Still digging. Trying out things. Smoothing over issues. And that's just in the first section. I think I want it to be filled with black humor, but what I've got, right now, is more like snarky and snotty.

Of course, tomorrow's going to be rough. Three floors of a house and the top floor has no AC in 90+ heat. Scary. And tiring. I doubt I'll have a chance to really go over the story till I'm home, again, and can do my usual whining and banging of head crap.

I do be a creature of habit...