It's across the interstate from here, but who'd want to live my a truck stop anyway.

Night before last when I was waiting for my trailer to be unloaded in Pueblo (four and a half hours!), I saw a meteor (meterite?) fly overhead. At first I thought, "No, it's a skyrocket or some such firework," but they usually don't fly horizontally or go that fast. With Palin's Alaska problems, the LA train wreck, the AIG bailout, and every thing else in the news, there's been nary a word about other sightings. Maybe it was a firework of some kind or maybe it was something from Fort Carson, a missle or some such thingy.

Then it was a drive to Lamar, where I've been many times, but I've never driven from Pueblo to Lamar in daylight so I was kind of disappointed I couldn't see the sights, not that there was going to be any. I suspect driving from Pueblo to Lamar is pretty much like driving from Lamar to Syracuse, KS, just a lot of flat farmland in the Arkansas River Valley and a few touristy places where big trucks aren't welcome.

About the time when I was getting thoroughly disappointed with all the bugs committing suicide on my windshield (Have you ever driven down a road where there is a bunch of bee hives sitting in a field? The flurry of popping sounds seems to go on for a long time. You know the farmer on the bee hive side of the road doesn't realize the bee like his neighbor's crop much better. The good thing about bees, though, is that they don't leave a mess. Moths, butterflies, and dragonflies are probably they the worst for leaving a mess because they seem to have a higher fat content. Their splatter almost seems to resist the windshield fluid and quickly turns into a smear. There are other bugs that hit with a loud pop and are very juicy, but it's obviously most sugar molecules because it washes right away. Then there are the black flies. They hit and stick. You have all these dead flies all over your windshield and they don't wash off too well either (too much fat). Black flies seem to be concentrated around feed lots (go figure), where you also get the blood suckers, which leave a little splatter of blood that has to be washed off immediately or it will smear.) I smelled the familiar aroma of steak house specialties growing fat and juicy.

Then I realized something. Cooking beef smells a lot like a feed lot. All that crap and piss together creates an aroma that is quite similar to the smell of a nicely dressed steak on the grill. Or, at least, that's what I was smelling between Pueblo and Lamar. Maybe I was just hungry for a good steak.

I'm supposed to be driving right now, but haven't gotten started. It's the same old thing. My creativity levels are higher in the morning than at night after driving all day. Also, this is going to be a fairly familiar drive one where I'm beginning to remember the color of houses and the vehicles parked outside.

Yesterday the wife's doctor called her and said she had to go on insulin. Just one shot in the evening to lower her blood sugar level. I guess they'll be cutting back on some of the medicines, too, so that it doesn't go too low. Her kidneys are getting steadily worse. Creatinine jumped a bit on the last test. The good news was her A1C had dropped from the previous test, back to levels she's had for the past three years. Her biggest problem is she doesn't watch calories, fats, or carbohydrates in her diet (her first dietician told her all she needed to be concerned with was the simple sugars); she doesn't get any aerobic exercise; she doesn't eat a balanced diet; and she eats a lot of food at one time instead of following everyone's directives that diabetics need to control portion size. So, in a way, she's getting the rewards for not managing her diabetes.

Well, I do have to go, so be safe out there and don't rear-end pickups with long tow bars.