We left the lake this afternoon.
We’d intended to leave tomorrow morning.
We’d intended to go to the wedding party at the barn today. We’d intended to fit all of the cleaning and packing and laundry and going-to-the-dump and closing up the house jobs in between all of the fun stuff.
And then the reality of time reared its ugly head.
We’d run out of time.
Truth: we are not getting any younger and everything takes longer…sigh.
We are now in Missoula, Montana. The rain has stopped, which is a particularly wonderful thing.
After days of rain and cold weather, my arthritis (oh, god, am I getting old or what???) was, um, not good.
Tonight I soaked the pain away in a hot bath, while Banjo Man went next door to get a pizza.
He brought it to me in the bathroom and I ate it while I was in the tub.
Maybe that was Too Much Information.
On the other hand, you know you’re on a road trip when you’re eating pizza in the bathroom while up to your waist in hot water and reading a book on your Kindle.
Tomorrow we trade rain for snow, according to the local weather report.
