Minnesota is like one's dog. No matter what sort of day/week/month/year I might have had, what transgressions I might have committed in the intervening time between visits, what travails might have befallen me, Minnesota welcomes me! The sign says so. Nice to know.
I'm back in Rochester to reprogram my neurostimulator to eliminate the tremors as completely as possible. Enough time has elapsed since the surgery that all swelling of the brain should be gone. I have regressed since the initial programming in April, but I was told that would happen. I've got my handy-dandy remote at the ready, with all voltage tweaks that I've done duly noted on the official scorecard provided me. The adventure begins again at 9:30 tomorrow.
I made the trip by myself this time. Completely unremarkable, except for the remarkable gas mileage I managed in my S2000. She outdid herself; nearly 30 MPG! I would attribute this to exceedingly skillful driving, but it seems more likely the result of a day-long 30+ MPH tailwind. Just the same, atta girl.
It's interesting to note that the farther north I drove, the cheaper the gas became. That's the direct opposite of the way it used to be.
The obligatory Rest Stop shot. Compare to February 26 and March 19.It's now 9:15. I'm looking forward to tomorrow, but I'm gassed. Ready for the Biz bag. In my younger days, I could drive forever without fatigue; not anymore. Nine & 1/2 hours and I'm through. I've had a burger and a beer at Newt's, and a visit to Barnes & Noble yielded a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys. I'm taking it into my man-cave to bed with me. I'll post again tomorrow.
Thanks for your interest,
Tom
