Travel Day 1

Overslept. Forgot to put clothes in the dryer. Maybe I’ll lie down for a few minutes while they dry.

Got the replacement registration for the car. I’ll have to remember the Saturday hours for when I renew my license.

My foot started hurting on the way back, but too bad, I need to go today because swimming starts next week.

It just occurred to me that there are three boxes in the storage unit in Michigan. I’ll have to see what’s in them, but I probably could ship them to myself. I’ll do that next trip because I’m low on funds.

Unloaded and loaded the car. I’m dripping sweat and am cooling off. Damn, it’s humid.

I forgot that I had a pair of swim shorts and a top that I took to Hawaii. That would work for the beach, St. Maarten that has the jets flying directly overhead. Whatever I wear there needs to stand up to jet blasts!

Stopped for dinner.

I made it to Michigan. The hotel is putting a hold for $150 for incidentals. Fuck, Hilton. I'll make it back but not with a lot of money to spare. I'm not going to get a lot of sleep either. I might lie down on the carpet and nap tomorrow at my mom's house.

Travel Day 2

Overslept but made it to breakfast. Texted the real estate guy from Mom’s house, and he came over to discuss the weeding that needed to be done. I closed my eyes for a half-hour, loaded the car and left.

But the route that I usually take was closed. And the GPS on my phone routed me to I-94, which I didn’t want to take. I’m trying to figure out where I need to stop to get gas. Right now, I’m stopped at a rest stop outside of Jackson, and I think that I’ll close my eyes for a little while. Slept for an hour.

Had a crash-and-burn headache, so I’m stopped until the ibuprofen kicks in.

I made it back home. The route reminded me why I hate it, plus my GPS routed me through Rantoul for some unknown reason, but I made it. Zara has given me the “cat scan,” and Mimi told me her tale of woe. I probably have Italian homework to do, but I just want to collapse as soon as I eat something.