A Three Hour Drive

A three hour drive with nothing but the delusional voices in my head to keep me company gave me a long time to think.

One comment kept playing over and over in my head, "...no way to contact her..." Before I left, Kelley and I touched on some of the obvious ways I could be contacted - by email, by mail (my address is on my other website) and of course Megan knows my address, my phone numbers, my email address, ect.

BUT the ride home brought out two more ways:

Through my sister and through my dad.

That one got the voices going, hmmmmmmmmmmmm?