Well, that didn't pan out. After a looong two day trip including a stay in a hotel Monday, I got there. First couple of hours, fine. Her cats are in the bedroom, we talked, went to bed. Came out next morning, fine for a couple of hours. One of the cats gets out, my dog goes ballistic. He'd always been a wuss with cats. She goes off tells me to GTFO now. Asked if I could stay one more night. NO. NOW. So around 2 pm, I hit the road. Stopped at a hotel again overnight, left this morning hoping to get back to Indiana. Leaving Alabama, run into a motherfucking monsoon. Visibility maybe 20 feet through hills, twists and turns. No shoulder to pull onto either. Made it maybe fifty miles in two hours, white knuckling it. Finally made out a convenience store so I pulled in to buy smokes and wait it out. That was worse than a storm I drove through with quarter size haill and really ate up time. In the end, I'm back in the same hotel in the same room. Don't know if that's sad, funny, ironic or a curse. Didn't think it would be smart driving after beer so I haven't had one all week. Miracle of miracles, there's a liquor store right down the road from my hotel. So, I'm in my room with a beer flipping through the meh cable lineup and wondering what tomorrow brings. Bottoms up!