Kearney Nebraska

Oh, Nebraska!  You poor, mind-numbingly boring slice of middle America.  You just can't compare to my recent fling with Wyoming.  Nothing but slightly rolling grasslands and farmland.  Browns and greens, browns and greens.  Even the cows looked bored.  Sure, the aroma that perfumed the air when I passed that cattle yard was interesting.  But it's not the kind of interesting that steals a girl's heart.  

Even your sunset was half-hearted.  The flat gray clouds turned an anemic pink, with the slightly yellow undertone of an older gent with liver failure.  You had so much potential with all that sky.  But it's like Nebraska is the kid who never got to use crayons.

There's still time to wow me.  You've got about two hundred more miles tomorrow to try to show me something.

On another note - yesterday Monk proved the theory that he is quite capable and more than willing to jump out of an open car window if given the chance.  Fortunately, we were parked and I was outside of the car.  I am very Pro-Dog-Face-Out-Window when driving.  But I always had my suspicions about Monk and never rolled his down all the way.  He went over to Lily's side and took the plunge.  He doesn't seem to have hurt himself.  But I've got my eye on him now.  No more flying leaps for him.