Twenty-one hours in Hays
Last night, I did something I had never done in all of my years of living in Kansas and visiting the Sunflower State.
I spent the night in Hays.
I got the idea Tuesday afternoon when I saw the forecast for snow Wednesday night and Thursday morning. I did not want to have to cancel my appointment with Crista, because I knew I probably would not be able to get another one until my next scheduled time February 4.
Knowing I had to go to Hays yesterday already because of my appointment with Dr. Custer in the afternoon, I figured I could stay and not have to drive back to Russell if the weather looked bad.
Sure enough, just after I got done with Dr. Custer, the snow started flying. I killed an hour in Walmart to see if the snow would abate, but it got heavier. It was then I decided I would have to stay the night.
I wasn’t feeling that great to begin with, tired and a bit queasy. I left the hotel a little after 8, plenty of time to get to where I needed to go, albeit a bit slow. I wasn’t about to risk an accident.
I’ve spent all day downstairs since I got home. Not going out when the roads are still crappy.