Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,Yes... we'll be on the road tomorrow at oh-dark-thirty, just after the sunrise. Because this was delivered today:
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me... What a long, strange trip it's been.
Finally... it only took one month and two days to get the damned thing. But it's here and we have it plugged in to charge the batteries, of which I have two. It's a spiffy lil unit: not too large (note the quarter for size comparison), not too heavy, and it runs on AC and DC (read as: off the Tart's cigarette lighter plug) as well as batteries. I hope the thing works as advertised.
I hope your trip goes well. Enjoy the sights and the road and the Tart. Let me know if you need a place to rest up - coming or going.ReplyDelete
I envy your mobility.ReplyDelete
Don't do anything I wouldn't do (which leaves you a lot of latitude ...really).
Heh. I use that latitude thing, too. ;-)Delete
Have a great trip!ReplyDelete
Thank ya, Sir.Delete
Is it oxygen, Buck? Have a great road trip!ReplyDelete
It is indeed oxygen!Delete