This update is taking way longer than the trip, I know..

So, just based on the content of my last post, did you know that the Google AdWords started serving up all these ads for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder treatment centers and medications?  What the what?  Does it really have to be like that, Google AdWords?   Really?  I'm just talking about my personal demons over here, and I don't need to be profiled in that way.

 

Or maybe it's some kind of reaction to the fact that I keep saying "I must be crazy to drive all that way/ move to the east coast during Snowmageddon."   If you're following the Culwell / Cox life in real time, we found a house and we're now just waiting for our furniture to be deliverable, since there is so much frigging snow in our driveway, the truck can't get up here.  Steph is rocking his NYC studio and loves taking the train in between the two and is kicking ass with his work (here is a photo of him getting his shovel on last weekend), and I am finally digging out from work that keeps piling up. 

Actually, I have to say I have done a pretty good job keeping up with The Work, even with all the change and the moving and the snow and the driving and then....the sickness.  The Sickness!

 

Right, I have to apologize for the delay between posts-- last week I got further waylaid by another big snowstorm, and then I caught a virus that involved stomach pain and a fever, and you know how I get when the fever kicks in.  Yikes!  I wrote a little bit of this update before I caught The Sickness last week, and finished it up just now, after Stephan revived me and forced me to drink Gatorade.

 

After Tulsa, I actually did get a decent day of driving in, covering the rest of Oklahoma, then Missouri, and finally ending up in Effingham, Illinois.  Oh, you've never heard of Effingham?  Well, did you know that it's the "CROSSROADS OF THE MIDWEST," or something like that and therefore they have a 200 foot tall cross there, just for funny.   There was no Residence Inn in Effingham, so I switched over to the Comfort Suites, which was actually really nice, AND they didn't even care about the dog or his size.  Take that, Residence Inn!   The day after the uneventful almost 600 miles where there was no crying and semi-decent weather, I stuck around in Effingham for a day to do some work, and my dad drove up from Kentucky to take me to dinner and check the air in my tires.  I'm serious-- he totally checked the air in my tires, and took me out for a brownie sundae.  Nice.

 

The next day....wait for it!  I finally meet up with Stephan and see my bestest friend from college, all in one day!  The trip is almost over, and you already know it has a happy ending!