It is...either Monday or Tuesday; I'm unclear on the date or the time zone, at this point. I've locked myself into a hotel room somewhere in Columbus, GA. I've promised a concerned friend that I'll stop revealing "too" much about myself on my blog, so I'll say only that I'm in Room 211.
I had a hell of a day, taking 11 hours to drive a trip that GoogleMaps said would take me 14 hours and 51 minutes. Apparently that GoogleMaps guy doesn't have a lead foot and a son that wants to get home and get some laundry going.
It was an amazing trip, with me, my son, and his buddies Standish and Lathrop. We jammed and sang along with Bob Marley on the iPod, and bonded with serious, loving conversation. We honked at truckers and passed licorice out the window to other fun-loving travelers.
Yeah. And then she woke up.
Fine. I embellished. There WAS singing to Bob Marley. It was mine. There was licorice, and an iPod...but the rest of the day went as such:
Brian warned me he'd probably sleep until we hit Southern IL.
Mmhmmm. Try Nashville, TN. It's ok, there were 2 others in the car to keep me company:
1) They were amazingly gas-free, even in their sleep; and
2) I love driving.
3) I'm pretty good at keeping myself occupied, and am never short of a headgame. I tried to keep a running tally of dead deer along the roadside, but lost count somewhere around 9,765.
4) I kept a point-n-shoot camera at the ready. With the blog in mind, it was a mere 12-hour hunt for blog-worthy photos. To boot, I almost never ran off the road.
Yeah. I remember being here, but it was the first bridge of the day, and they're all a blur now.
Followed these guys for a while, that was kind of fun.
What a freakin' catch-22! How many damned quarters do they get from THIS ladies' room scale? I weighed my purse and ran off with my numbers.
I've so much more to write about the last 4 days.
I'll tell you later. In the meantime, Room 211 needs a 6 a.m. phone call.
Is there such as a thing as a "snooze" on a wake-up call?