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September 19, 2007

Wednesday

Keep moving or you'll die.

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It had been a good weekend; swimming the afternoons away, relaxing by the campfire and sleeping under the stars.

Now, I was back amongst the dead, stuck in a steady stream of cars headed back the ant's nest called Calgary.

Forty minutes into the trip and after passing two highway exits, I was getting worried and blamed my aching bladder on the cars ahead of me.

Unable to do anything to relieve the pain, I finally let go and pretended I was head high in the grass that ran along the highway.

Thank goodness for the paper in my cage.

Posted by: Rick at September 19, 2007 6:09 PM · Permalink

ahhh...a mistake, an edit, a resubmission:

It had been a good weekend; swimming the afternoons away, relaxing by the campfire and sleeping under the stars.

Now, I was back amongst the dead, stuck in a steady stream of cars headed back to the ant's nest called Calgary.

Forty minutes into the trip and after passing two highway exits, I was worried and blamed my aching bladder on the cars ahead of me.

Unable to do anything to relieve the pain, I finally let go and pretended I was head high in the grass that ran along the highway.

Thank goodness for the paper in my cage.

Posted by: Rick at September 19, 2007 6:14 PM · Permalink