Eight Feet Deep

Little Red ‘Vette leaves the snow of Detroit for Texas.

Hello from Ft. Wayne, Indiana. Why? Because that is where my friend Ross and I decided to call it a day for the night. Our day began with a hellish awakening at 4 a.m. near Dallas to catch a plane. We changed planes in Chicago, got to Detroit and by 3 o’clock this afternoon, Ross owned a 2002 Corvette that he bought from a dentist in Michigan. We are driving back in the ‘Vette. We made it as far as Ft. Wayne late this afternoon because it’s been a really long day. Pizza is here, so I am out of here. More later.

Oh my, leaving 4ish in the morning for D-FW Airport does not sound fun. I guess, as was the case with 8 o’clock classes in college, no really acceptable 7 a.m. flight exists. Off from Dallas-Fort Worth via a 737 to Chicago Midway for a brief layabout and then onto Detroit in the morning. If I am lucid, sober (sober and lucid) and have Internet excess, er, access, I will fill you in tomorrow on the day’s events. Otherwise … maybe later.

Hey, that would make a great name for a newspaper, The Morning Procrastinator. Its motto would be: “We’ll bring you today’s news … maybe tomorrow … sometime for sure.”

Actually I am just having my final morning cup o’ Joe before I bury myself into a monastic like fit of labor on the tech writing job from hell. My first deadline is Friday. No problem, except, I am leaving town for Dallas tomorrow. Then Thursday I head out to Detroit for what I have dubbed “EFD’s Big Adventure.”

My friend Ross, who lives in a Dallas exurb, and I are flying to the Motor City early Thursday morning. And we will be returning by automobile with maybe a few stops here and there. I’ll just leave it at that for now. I don’t mean to be mysterious. Oh, what the hell, I guess I do. Anyway, it’s only mysterious to those of you who are not among the 2/5 of my regular readership to whom I have revealed our reasons for travel to the frozen northland. When I say 2/5, I mean two readers.

More to come later, perhaps from North Central Texas tomorrow if not before and then? Wherever I find a suitable Internet connection.

My MRI was moved up to this morning from this afternoon. I just returned from a whirlwind trip to the Houston VA hospital, about 1 1/2 hours one way. I think that’s the third time I’ve had an MRI and this was by far the noisiest and loudest one yet. I can’t imagine how loud it would be without the puny foam earplugs Tyrone the Tech gave me. It was like I was trapped inside some sort telecommunications switching station — not just standing inside looking at the hardware — but rather reclining inside the switches and cable. And the sounds were turned up to maximum on volume. Really, really, loud, weird stuff. I hope that the MRI doesn’t find my head empty again. I hate when that happens.

I am trying to cram a few things into tight spaces. Hmmm. I won’t know how that sounds until tomorrow. Nonetheless, I am talking about trying to finish up an installment of my tech writing over the next couple of days while fitting in a drive to Houston for an MRI tomorrow and an eventual EFD big adventure up North later this week. More on the big adventure later. The MRI, if I was a betting man, I would say may show some sort of spinal stenosis. But maybe not. I’m not a medical prognosticator. If I was, I wouldn’t need a MRI. But I guess I’ll eventually find out. Meanwhile, I hope to blog from distant lands this week. Motown perhaps. Molater mosdef.