I forgot how not fun 8-hour car trips are. Good news: it's only a 6-hour trip! Somehow that doesn't make it any better.

I bought an adorable little light that clips to the side of a book to allow night-time reading, writing, 'rithMatic - whatever floats your boat. I was excited to spend the hours of yellow-dashed pavement catching up on my latest adventure through a Jodi Picoult novel (currently reading Harvesting the Heart. So far, so good.) Unfortunately for me, ol' GE decided to write "batteries not included" so small on the package it looks like speckles. Well, that or I didn't bother to check if the darn thing came pre-batterized. Fail.

So now I'm stuck in the dark, listening to whatever Mr. Charming puts through the car speakers. It's putting me to sleep ( not to mention I'm completely exhausted from my ridiculously full day of packing, working, cleaning, doing everything I could possibly fit into my day ). However, my terribly controlling character keeps me from closing my eyes and finding rest. I somehow feel safer if I'm awake, as if I can help avoid a wreck just by being conscious. Doubtful. Charming has driven this route many a day, so I should feel safe. Sure. I trust him. Maybe I will just rest my eyes for a bit.

Carolina sure is on my mind, but it's the having nothing on my mind that I'm
most looking forward to this weekend. Hooray for vacations.

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