Highs and Lows of a Road Trip

Sun is out.

Big coffee.

Water bottle full.

Bag of snacks.

Green estimated trip time on the googs.

Full Trip Tape Milky Chance album.

Replaying of weekend’s events.

Delusions of grandeur about how ham I am going to go on exercise this week.

Glennon Doyle with Brene Brown episode.

Naturally, feeling great about life now.

Cruise control, thank you for all you do.

Every F-150 needs to back off.

2 hours of Tim Ferris - both bless you Tim and relax Tim.

Stevie Nicks you are a goddess.

Bari’s latest with Suz’s amazing ads.

An apple.

Window down, toss apple, chill it’s biodegradable.

A protein bar.

Water.

Bathroom.

Gas.

Email skim and reply.

Hello Ye Album from 2018, who knew.

Call Laur.

Call Dad.

I am perfectly happy cruising at 65, let me be.

How am I only halfway there.

Anxiety about when it will get dark in the drive.

Clock watching.

Chips.

Adele Album.

Drift into thinking about last three years.

Recall my last trip to the Azores. Think about that for a while.

Drift into thinking about what I want to cook this week. 

I’m not drinking this week.

The Daily.

Uncle Alan’s quarantine playlist from 2020.

Bathroom break.

Sheetz hot dogs.

Perrier.

Email skim and reply.

Call Jess.

Call mom.

How do I still have two hours left.

Combos.

Estimated arrival time on Googs is yellow.

So many trucks.

Road trips are cathartic.

Get me out of this car.

Estimated arrival time now orange.

Should I stop for the bathroom or try to make it.

Don’t be a savage, stop.

Guess I could get gas anyway. 

Bathroom break.

Gas.

American Utopia album.

Think of ways to try to get myself to go to bed earlier.

Think about what I accomplish late at night.

Think about what I could accomplish early in the morning if I could only change.

Traffic.

Wishing to be there already. 

Glad I made the bathroom stop.

Feel gross from all the snacks.

Think about washing my hands.

Turn the music off.

Open the window. 

Breathe.