The Only Picture I Have

from my trip to Chicago is of my friend, my mom and me. Okay, I did take a photo of a street sign for Wacker Drive, but that’s only because I knew it would make my friend laugh.

My mother and I have the exact same smile. It’s kind of freaky. Also freaky is her hair. I’m not sure why she’s growing it out. But she turned 60 today, so I can’t talk too much smack.

I’m walking 4 miles in the morning. I may die. It’s going to be like 90 tomorrow in the Detroit area, so I’m getting up at 6:30 a.m. to walk. That, too, may cause me to die. A nap and a return trip to IKEA are all I have planned for the day. Then on Wednesday, I’m driving back to Indiana. Which is kind of concerning, given that a sniper shot at a semi driver on the same route I’ll be taking. As if I’m not enough of a worrier.