Trip to California

The night before each trip I look at John and say, "In a perfect world, what time would you like to hit the road in the morning?" Then I set my internal clock for whatever time he tells me, and somehow I manage to wake up about an hour before the designated hour. I was somewhat amazed when he told me he wanted to be on the road by four a.m.

Okay, fine. We're all packed. I'm not sure what I've forgotten, of course, but we'll do without whatever those things happen to be. Now I'd better crawl into bed and pretend to sleep. He's already dead to the world. I wish I could fall asleep like that.

Oh, well. We always have fun once we're on the road.