The little voices in my head keep telling me V-neck, Hoodie, tank-top.
With the Cat and us loaded on the barge, again we rode and rode and we rode.
“I wonder if a river ever wonders where it’s going,” I thought to myself. “I know right now that I am.”
We were so far out by now that at one point I thought I saw a sign that read “Welcome To Sunday.” But that couldn’t be right, I thought. “It’s Monday.”