I thought I'd post on the road but I was just too weary.
I thought I'd post when I got there but I didn't.
I thought I'd post when I got back but I was too busy.
It's all been compounded by moving my daughter to Los Angeles while at the same time desperately trying to get samples complete for a big deadline. Both at once. And I always feel I'm behind on deadlines though so far I've not missed one but honestly, I really would prefer to not be hitting the "Submit" button around eleven at night and then still having to pack and sort and sign and send the samples and still getting enough sleep to be functional at work the next day. I more or less was. Functional.
Our first day of driving took us through Missouri (pretty, mostly):
I wasn't even tempted. Twelve hours on the road, snacking to assuage the boredom makes the thought of that much steak (and I bet it's a nasty cheap cut of meat) that much less attractive than its already low ranking in the list of Foods I Want To Eat Now.
Still, we managed to eat a decent amount of meat for dinner (hello? Texas) and the next morning there were waffles in the shape of Texas (of course).
A few minutes past Amarillo we stopped at the Cadillac Ranch:
Texas did not abound in fascinating scenery.
We had an errand to run in Albuquerque and the kids decided that since we were there already, we just had to go to Walter White's house which is in a neighbourhood as quiet as it seemed in Breaking Bad. People live there, and have a sign posted to remind you that it is private property and that your foolish actions are being monitored on closed circuit TV.
I came home the next day.
One of my cats was pretty mad at me and took almost three days to forgive me for leaving her. The other was just pleased to see me. He's a pretty straightforward little guy.
I still had a couple of samples to finish. As it turns out (and why I should even be slightly surprised I don't know) I didn't get to them on the road. The hotel in Flagstaff didn't even have a table and chair and lamp but even at the ones that did, working on samples just didn't occur to me.
My daughter went to Geneva for a semester, but she came back, and it hasn't quite sunk in that she's two thousand miles away and won't be coming back, except to visit (if I send a ticket) occasionally.
It's only a matter of time before my son leaves too (he still has a year of college).
Life. It's weird.