This will be only a very short post. For the past three nights I’ve been going to bed at 2 or 3 AM and getting up at 6 AM so as I type this I’m a zombie.
The road trip has officially begun! And to prove it, I can now announce that first disaster of the trip has reared it’s head: I left from Massachusetts this morning (with a stop at Rhode Island College as part of their amazing A.S.T.A.L Writer’s Institute — more on that later) but then continued southward only as far as New Haven, CT before the antenna of the car blew off. Yes, you read that right — it just…blew away. One minute it was attached to the car, the next it wasn’t. I didn’t even notice it happen. It just did. So…this means that we may very well be facing a 9,000 mile road trip with three small children and no radio. I have faith, though, that there is a solution. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ll figure it out. It’ll have to wait until tomorrow or the next day, my bed is calling….
I’m typing this from a friend’s house in Philadelphia. My bed is calling, though. Tomorrow I’ll be stopping in Washington DC, Virginia Beach, and then heading down to North Carolina.
Bed. Bed. I want you bed.