No, you can’t get fox urine at the Piggly Wiggly. Or at least I don’t think you can…
I drove a really big circle today, covering Raleigh, Zebulon, Rocky Mount, and Wilson today. I saw abandoned storefronts, abandoned strip malls, abandoned motels, and many Piggly Wigglys (Wigglies?). Frankly, I was a little surprised; I’d thought this area was close enough into Raleigh’s orbit to be fairly prosperous, but it didn’t look that way. This appealed to my sense of aesthetics, of course, but it can’t be a laugh a minute for the residents.
Dinner with Duncan and Becky at Spanky’s on Franklin Street in Chapel Hill, where the scenery is even better than the food. This was a thing that worked out wrong, but turned out right a day late. My pictures were crappy and you can see better ones here. Then Duncan and I took off to spend the night at Mom and Dad’s house in Greensboro, so I could leave for Atlanta and drop Duncan in Charlotte (to move the last of his stuff) on the way.
Upon having another insomniac evening, I found myself in a mildly foul mood. Starting with Stan’s disappearance, every element of this trip had been just a little off. I was hot and sweaty, I always had work hanging over me, I wasn’t sleeping well, and the pollen was making me crazy. I was stressed about who I would or wouldn’t see (apologies to Rick, Matthew, and Billy, among others), whether I was spending enough time with Mom and Dad, and anything else I could come up with.
Fortunately, I eventually sneezed and snorted myself to sleep.
