Driving, love renewed

We hopped off the plane in San Francisco after a 16-hour flight and having slept only an hour on the plane, no thanks to the hyperactive woman sitting beside me who kept moving about and disturbing my sleep.

So on with the drive after a quick pastry lunch before leaving the airport…

driving

Long distance driving, for someone like me who otherwise avoids road trips like the plague, is easy and relatively safe. No contending with the kind of crazies I’m used to. No potholed highways, no speeding trucks on the fast lane, no tail gaters, no lane cutters. My love for driving is renewed.

With Raine as my navigator, we headed out. Midway through, zombied and jetlagged, we pulled up at a Walmart parking lot to catch some zzz’s and make a bathroom run. And then we were off again, arriving at Steev’s apartment just in time to rush back out for dinner at Chili’s and a quick grocery run. Of course, I was thrilled to see Steev again. My poor son who has been starved his mama’s cooking for far too long.