I stayed at Darla's last night. She already had a pot of coffee on for me when I woke up ... and neither of them drinks coffee. And she made chili last night. She spoils me.
Apparently I had too much coffee because I ended up stopping at the smelly, old Springfield rest stop. (The newer, cleaner one north of Litchfield was closed.) Then I saw this sign on the bathroom mirror. Eeewww.
Had to get off the interstate to see my old stomping grounds at ISU ...
and grab some gondolas for dinner.
Nice picture Darla got of me at the crop. I completed 21 single pages in our family album.
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