Rode my sparkly, new Scwhinn mountain bike into downtown. Spent some time browsing in the shops. I thought it was neat I rode from Alabama into Georgia on a bike. Shopping seems so foreign to me now, though. I stood as I looked at prices and they all seemed like hundreds and hundreds of dollars. I only had a few measly bucks to my name leftover from my trip to Chuck's Barbeque. My journey ended at Fred's dollar store in the shopping center. I bought a pack of $1 dollar Benadryl to tide me over until Dad comes tonight. At least I have my Soma.
I left downtown and stopped in the railyard one more time. A huge CSX crane was unloading an old Seaboard Coastline boxcar at the railroad museum. I gawked as that spindly crane carefully unloaded it's cargo. I clapped as they righted the boxcar upon it's trucks on the track. The museum's menagerie of old railroad equipment continues to grow. I don't know how this museum supports itself, though, as no one ever visits.
I dread work tonight. I am supposed to organize all the paperwork for our home healthcare operation. I actually volunteered, but didn't realize what I was getting into. I may be at work until after closing. That's okay. My father stays until nine every night anyway. I hope he is in a good mood and I can spend some time with him -- quality time.