Figured this weekend would be good just to get some miles away from the homestead. And it was. Until the sleet and freezing rain started slushing down in murky pails on the ride home. There's that point where you wonder if the groan and clicks the windshield wipers will make are them cursing. Watching them can become hypnotizing so the mean things they are possibly saying aren't even heard.
What are you listening to tonight?
