but the wind is still miserable. Leaving Eppley ought to be a treat. Landing in Midway more so, because the shit that blew through Iowa will be there by the time I land- and the harrier southwest pilots tend to get about ten feet over the runway and put the thrust reversers on full, since the runway at Midway is only about 230 feet long, apparently.

Had a woman yesterday comment on my widow’s peak. I normally keep high and tight, but I’m a little shaggy now and when I come out of the shower my hairgives new meaning to pathetic. I told her those were the solar panels for my sex machine. She looked up at the cloudy sky and figured it might need some charging.

Later the same woman went through the shop singing “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands” and I substituted. “Share your meds” for the “Clap your hands” bit, and she about peed herself laughing.

Last day in Iowa this week, but back on Tuesday. I cannot WAIT.