First things, first. The truck is repaired. We picked it up Monday late afternoon, packed everything back inside it, and drove out of the campground with happy hearts first thing Tuesday morning. We didn’t quite make it across the Georgia border, but we’re close. Georgia is a rather long state.
The title is a line from the song In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel, and it’s my last reference to a band from Athens, Georgia, I swear. It just fit so well. What a curious life we have found here, indeed.
Happy New Year! I hope 2026 brings all of you much happiness and no auto accidents.
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