hanging on

After a good nights sleep, nine to be exact, she was glad to be getting on the road early. Though 7:15am seems very reasonable to check out, not too early. She made two trips outside, her back to the bitter wind moving sideways to the car, the back pack, coat, toiletries, and suitcase. The small half and half sat on the TV stand. It was the last thing to leave the room with a bag of food. She drove for 1 1/2 hours, it didn't make sense to her, she'd slept well but even with lots of black tea she felt dozy driving. She choose to get off the road and slept in the parking lot for 1 hour and 20 minutes. When she awoke from the deep sleep she decided to buy some food from the Elko supermarket that she'd slept in front of. She doesn't like regular coffee but she was concerned that this drive was dull through the desert of Nevada so she thought she'd force herself to drink it. With no cream in the supermarket near the free coffee she poured the black coffee into her thermal cup, planning on adding her own half and half. Once at the car she couldn't find it. No memory as to where she put it. She remembered bringing it out of the room, but it wasn't in the cooler and there are no crannies, not with the car so packed. She drove a block and poured out the black coffee and bought the cheap cappuccino, the type that's pre-made in all gas stations now. Drinking it would ensure no doziness for her.

Two hours later, stopping at a rest stop, walking towards the rest rooms she turned to lock the car with the remote, looking at the drivers side, there sat the little container of cream, perched between the luggage rack and the Thule rack. Complete. Whole. It has been on a 80 mph joy ride, not secured. Looking a little worse for wear.

It's the way she feels right now, only her joy ride has been thousands of miles. She's lucky, she has a home to go to, work will come, she's sure, and she's always willing to work hard, but right now she's bedraggled, dazed. Looking in the mirror she's looking worse for wear, at least thats what her tired eyes see.

She got a reprieve from driving today, she's land locked in Salt Lake City, northern Utah got hit really bad with snow and I-80 is closed. Another story with no meaning other than what we read into them