Thanks!
No someone else will be driving, and it’s about a two-hour trip on I-40, which I learned to hate on my way out here from Southern Utah/Nevada.
I wouldn’t drive that stretch even if I had my own wheels.
Mom was up in the middle of the night demanding to know where everyone went. ‘They’ were apparently in every room and they all just up and left.
I blame space aliens.
She’s been in there arguing with someone for several hours. When finally rousted at 8 she demanded to know whether they should go on hangers or on a line to dry.
Should they be washed, I don’t want them to lose their shape, she carried on for several minutes after being theoretically awake. I suggested dry clean only or Woolite to keep them from shrinking.
She wanted me to call them (’them’ apparently being the phantoms she’d been arguing with) and ask them.
Last night she went to bed 5 minutes before dinner, insisting she wasn’t hungry. Which she apparently she really wasn’t as she didn’t raid the pantry for snackaroos, as is her usual on the way to bed pattern.
All the shouting and grumbling coming from her room alarmed the dog. He really doesn’t like loud voices. We think he ended up abandoned and sleeping under the stars as a result of a bitter divorce. Probably never know...
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If you want some fun interstate driving, take I-10 across the Atchafalaya.
Or you could take I-80 through the Iowa cornfields.