Day 23The Rebar and a traveler full of coffee. I spent much of today driving. Trying now to decide if everyone else that I encountered on south Florida's Ronald Regan Turnpike is just an idiot, or if they were maliciously trying to kill me.
Also trying to decide, now that I'm home, if I should add a little Irish to what's left of the coffee and call it a day. One decision is easier than the other.