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Nov. 19th, 2001 11:45 pmOne more day of work, one more day of stress, then it's a week off, baby! I can hear the fish of Florida calling me from here. I'd consider doing the charter thing, but the weather bouys are saying 7 foot swells, which is a bit steep for my seasick-prone inner ear nerves.
I'm burning CDs like mad for my trip. Unfortunately I have to drive down for Thanksgiving, an 8 1/2 hour trek with no one else to split the time. My ex was not a flier, so we drove to my folks and drove (10 hours) to her folks every holiday season. In one of those crazy vows one makes when getting divorced, I swore I would never drive this drive again. But, due to residency requirements (I'm technically a Florida resident, even though I work in Atlanta), I have to register my truck down there, and the truck has to be physically present to get Florida tags.
I'm burning CDs like mad for my trip. Unfortunately I have to drive down for Thanksgiving, an 8 1/2 hour trek with no one else to split the time. My ex was not a flier, so we drove to my folks and drove (10 hours) to her folks every holiday season. In one of those crazy vows one makes when getting divorced, I swore I would never drive this drive again. But, due to residency requirements (I'm technically a Florida resident, even though I work in Atlanta), I have to register my truck down there, and the truck has to be physically present to get Florida tags.
