Instead of going to bed in our own bed one more night, we loaded up the Camry at 1 p.m. on Wednesday and are currently at the Day’s Inn right off Interstate 80 in Lincoln, Nebraska. It’s a very basic hotel room (define "basic" as "crusty"), but we’ll be staying here less than 12 hours, so it’s all we need. The price was right.
We left Alexandria in 19 degree weather with piles of snow; and by the time we reached Nebraska, it was 45 degrees with only slight traces of snow in sheltered places. So we’ve already driven through the teens in Minnesota, the 20s in South Dakota, the 30s in Iowa, and the 40s in Nebraska—and by Saturday, we’ll be in the Arizona 80s!
I had stopped by the library before we left town and picked up some books on tape. Today we listened to a book called The First Patient by Michael Palmer—a mystery thriller about the President of the United States’ personal physician going missing and how it all tied into the CIA, the Secret Service, and nanotechnology used to deliver hallucinogenic drugs triggered by a remote control device. (Wow! Did that ever sound dumb when I wrote it down.) It wasn’t exactly great literature, but it kept us occupied for six of the eight hours it took to drive to Lincoln.
So good night, Lincoln. Good night, University of Nebraska. Good night, Cornhuskers. Time to turn off the lights. One day closer to holding Colbie! We’ll be on the road again at 8 a.m. Thursday, on our way to Denver.