Write something that has to do with: the roadblock.
Kat has agreed to watch a friend's son two mornings a week for two hours at a time and that began today. So while her and Max played with him I went to a coffee shop for some me time and to write a poem for my niece, who turns three on Friday.
Basically pleased with the end result. There are a couple of rough spots that I'd have liked to have smoothed out, but it needed to get in the mail today so... better luck next time, I guess.
Back to box harvesting tomorrow. It's crazy windy out there right now, so hopefully things settle down before morning.
By the time we saw the police cars blocking the road it was too late to turn back. They'd have been on our tails the instant the wheels of the van crossed the center line. There was really no choice but to keep going and hope for the best.
I mean, it's not like they had pictures of us or anything like that. We wore masks, after all - we weren't stupid about it.
But they knew how many of us there were. Probably had a pretty good idea about how tall each of us was. Maybe even ballparked our ages while they were at it.
That's a lot of information to go on, if you stop to think about it too long.
We'd been so careful though. There were no fingerprints to go on, not a single piece of physical evidence left behind. Right? Nobody made any careless mistakes... right?
Anyway. Like I said, there was no choice in the matter. We had to keep going. Cross our fingers, hope to get through. And if they figured out who we were?
Well, the cops weren't the only ones carrying loaded guns.