The Cushion

I know, you really thought we’d be traveling a little faster than this.

Seriously, 9 days and we’ve only made it to Tennessee, a measly 500 miles.

You deserve to know, we were hedging our bets.

The truth is… we cheated.

We left Grove City with a full tank of gas and a shelf full of canned goods.

Not only that, but we had houses to sleep in for the first 6 nights.

Last week we spent little of our money on gas, and a lot of money on saying goodbye to our friends for a while.

But that cushion is gone now.  The cushion is officially, and forever, gone.

Now each day counts.

We have to buy gas for each day or we can’t drive.  We have to buy food for each day or we don’t eat.

We have to bundle up each night and huddle under the covers in the middle of a Wal-Mart parking lot, lest the frigid temperatures, or Melissa’s whining, slay us both.

You know those coffee/fast food/toaster waffle/energy drink commercials that end with “so you’re ready to take on the day”?

Taking on the day is suddenly more than a catch phrase.

Comments

My whining is inversely proportional to the air temperature.