We just drove past a store called “The Butt Hut”.  According to the giant sign on the roof, it’s a cigarette and beer outlet store.

I’ll bet it smells really good in there.

I would have stopped to take a picture, but we were a little lost and I was manning the GPS system, which decided to work again the second we crossed the border into Ohio.

That was a happy moment.

We set a new record today: we were on the road at 6:50 AM.

Does the phrase “torrential rain” ring a bell?

I was so glad Banjo Man was driving.

We ate lunch in a “barn” near a historic village touristy place.  It  was a buffet.

I am not a fan of buffets in restaurants.  And we sat right next to the buffet, so I saw a number of adults and children do things that would cause food poisoning.  It was not a fun lunch.  Banjo Man hustled me out of there before my head exploded.  I so do not need food poisoning on the last day of finishing my book before my contracts are torn up and my name is cursed by all of the Editor Gods and Goddesses.

Banjo Man thinks I am very odd.  He loves restaurant buffets, but I ruined this one for him.

We stopped at our hotel at 2 pm, another world record.  This time we have a cute suite, which sounds fancier than it is, but it has a separate little room with a table and a sofa bed and the microwave.  I am so happy.  I have ice water and little cookies from the vending machine.  I am writing the Last Chapter.

Banjo Man has gone to the outlet mall.

I know he will come back to the hotel with a new shirt.   If he does, I will take a picture of it.

In the meantime, I’m going back to the book…