Whew! I am road weary, folks. We've just returned from a visit to the home state, the mothership, the ventricle of the heartland: Indiana. And while the visit was wonderful, ten hours in a car with a confined eleven month old makes time crawl to a near-frigging-halt.

The hours and minutes move so slowly, in fact, that one has the opportunity to read every single billboard and take particular notice of any little thing that might catch one's eye, in an effort to not die of complications secondary to being confined in a car.

So, this trip, I began taking special notice of the way that the big rigs are customized and personalized. Like the bright red cab that had "Steve and Lady??? airbrushed onto the driver's door,but just a lone guy -- Steve, I assume -- at the wheel. And the shiny black one driven by a guy (who looks like he probably eats kittens) that read "The Enforcer??? in a font so powerful it caused me to gesture wildly and stage-whisper, "Dude! It's the ENFORCER. Do NOT fuck with the ENFORCER.???

And then there was the artwork I have photographed and posted with this entry. My best guess is that it's some rare type of underwater wolf who lives in a coral reef. That, or a wolf that is trapped in a diagram of the circulatory system. Your guess?