There was a still a clown hanging around this morning outside our room, only now wearing a bathrobe and later tourist clothes (but still with clown face painted on) Not something you'd expect to see outside your door in the morning. And, actually, a little bit unsettling.
Went to the Grant Hills Motel office for coffee and today's Dubuque newspaper. The manager asked if we were going to stay another day, but Liz had already told me she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. I told her that we didn't want to stay and she said that was alright as they still didn't have any room cancellations.
Read the newspaper outside and we headed for home at 10:30. I had considered driving the Stagecoach Road on the way home, but Liz said she wasn't feeling well, so took the usual US-20 route.
Instead of going on the US-20 bypass around Freeport, we took Business US-20, the original US-20 through town. It sure seemed like we went a long way on it.
When we got home after a 353 mile drive for our anniversary, I cut the grass and then we went to Sunnyside and the McHenry American Legion.
Little did I know at the time, but this was to be my last anniversary with Liz and that we only had less than a month before her death. Today, December 23, is the third month since she died.
Sure Going to be a Strange Christmas This Year. --RoadDog
