I finally rolled into home about an hour or so ago. I kicked off my shoes, put on a pair of shorts, opened a cold one, and put my feet up. Ahhhhhhhh, heaven.
Shortly after I got comfortable my mother walked over and told me they were heading for Wal Mart to do some shopping and asked if I wanted to go along. "Yeah Mom, I just walked in the door after more than six weeks on the road and I want to go to Wally World. Thanks, but I think I'll pass."
Inertia has hit me like a ton of bricks. I am so very not ert right now. Going anywhere, let alone that evil bastion of capitalism, is out of the question. I intend to just sit here, enjoy the tinkling of my little fountain in the corner, and veg for a while.
Tomorrow is the first Saturday of the month which means it's Bike Night. That's always a good time as bikes, including a LOT of custom bikes, roar into town for a party. I'm sure I'll cruise up town on my silly little recumbent and check them out. As funny as it seems my bent always gets a lot of attention on Bike Saturdays. No roar and no leather, but my Amish Harley always gets a few conversations going. Besides, there's always plenty of beer and biker chicks.
But tonight is dedicated for imitating a vegetable. Wal Mart be damned.