The first night back in Waco after being home for more than one night is hard. While I'm in Austin I get to a point where I miss the time to myself, but as soon as I get back to Waco I miss my family and friends. Grass is always greener, I suppose.
Memorial Day weekend traffic was absurd. I left at 1:30 to head back up and where 45 hits 35 traffic was just stopped. I nearly turned around with the thought of leaving tomorrow morning at 5, but then realized it was probably just the crazy holiday outlet mall shopping. Turned out that was the case. All was peachy, a little crowded, but peachy, until Troy. Stopped. I had 20 miles left to go and it stopped. That last 20 miles took me a little over an hour. No wreck, no nothing. Just slow.
I stood by my promise to myself to keep the kitties in their carriers in the back seat. I nearly caved often as Taz only stopped meowing for about 10 minutes just north of the sign for Troy. Nearly two and a half hours of Taz sounding like I was beating him with a stick. I kept thinking of those people who shake babies and how I never could understand who on earth could do that. I wanted ear plugs. Oddly enough, if country music was playing he'd settle down for awhile. But I don't have an hour worth of country on my ipod.
It's about time to call it a night.
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