The road runs straight as a die across the endless sands, the heat haze shimmering above the blacktop. Out of the blinding glare a sign comes into view, freshly painted but already showing signs of weathering. It reads
Nog's Blog
Population 1
Last truck stop and diner before the next one.
So here you are. The why of it escapes me, but welcome, traveller, to my humble abode.
Joining in the fun of az’s desktop me-me.
