Driving alone at winter midnight to Missoula, I stopped at a rest area and had to hover over the cold dirty toilet, hoping my knee didn't give out it was sore from driving so long.
The road conditions report is piped into rest area bathrooms so you can listen while you pee: "wind 30 knows from the east. 32 degrees."
The voice is always tinny and flat, menacing. It repeats in a loop forever: wind 30 knows from the east. 32 degrees. Gusting winds. Ice patches on the roadway. Severe storm advisory."
Cold in the bathroom only halfway to Lisa's house my knee started to shake and give and right exactly then I was overwhelmed by pure, pure happiness.
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