I’m still running about half a night ahead of my original itinerary since the accidental push to St. Louis, so I figured I could get from Lincoln to Cheyenne by the end of the night.
But first I spent far too long at the gas station airing back up with my pipsqueak tire inflator. Then, to mark Nebraska as my thirty-second state, I made a quick stop for an actual dinner (rare on solo trips) on the University of Nebraska Lincoln campus, so I could say I actually did something here.
Then I started the 445 mile drive out of here, late enough that I would have arrived around 1am MDT.
But about 200 miles into it, I remembered I owe one client a staffing plan, one client a product development plan, and one team a sprint planning agenda. Oh right and every other Thursday, I have an 8:45 department call. Guess which week this is?
So I’m in North Platte, just across I-80 from the Fort Cody Trading Post, whatever that is.
