I’m out of town with limited access to the internet. We arrived at my mom’s house in Springfield, Illinois just a wee bit later than planned, thanks to my brain being on autopilot.
There we were, happily rolling along north on Interstate 65, and even making unusually good time. On most trips, my daughters counter-synchronize their bladders to ensure that I’ll be exiting the interstate at least every 45 minutes to find a bathroom. Yesterday, perhaps because of the excitement of seeing grandmas, aunts, uncles and cousins, they forgot to counter-synchronize.
It was when I saw a sign informing me that Louisville, Kentucky was only 120 miles ahead that something in my brain finally clicked … now why would making such good time give me an uncomfortable feeling? … a mere two hours away from Louisville and it’s not even noon yet …
Then it hit me: Louisville is on the way to Chicago, not Springfield. I was supposed to take the exit for Interstate 24 at least an hour earlier. I’d been going north and east when I should have been going north and west.
So we had to take two-lane highways through little towns and work our way west for a couple of hours before we were back on track. At least that area of Kentucky is beautiful, with rolling countryside and forests all around.
I’ll check comments when I can, but mostly I’ll be visiting family.
Another little note: A few people sent in orders for the Fat Head DVD just before we left. We’re waiting to get more in stock, and will likely have them when we arrive home next week. I’ll fill the orders then. Same goes for any Big Fat Fiasco orders.