Well, Weston's last game got pused back by an hour and a half, so we didn't leave Austin until about 5:30. By the time we got to Waco, Weston was starving and craving Italian food, so we stopped at Olive Garden. When we finished up there, the temperature had dropped to right around freezing, and it was drizzling. Weston fell asleep almost immediately, and I spent the rest of the drive home trying to convince myself, between deep, chesty coughs, that I was not getting sick. It was not my favorite drive, but we made it home safely, which it what matters.
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