Day 2

I finally made it to San Antonio.  I drove 650 miles today.  I hit a few patches of construction and a little rain, but, for the most part, it was smooth sailing.  For those of you who have a heavy foot, you would've loved today's drive.  Most of Oklahoma had a 75 mph speed limit, while most of Texas was 70.  It made the barren landscape fly by a little bit faster.  It was fun to see the oil drills in the fields.  It made me remember driving from Georgia to El Paso, TX with my husband and parrot.  She rode the whole trip on my shoulder and practically fell off the first time she saw one of those "monsters" off the side of the road.

When I hit the TX state line, I called my husband to tell him of my progress.  He replied with, "Is everything bigger in Texas?"  Shortly after our conversation, I drove past the Texas Motor Speedway.  The pictures just don't do it justice.  What a massive building!  Holy cow.  I guess they really do make everything bigger in Texas. 

At some point in time, I drove past a Czech hotel/restaurant.  I tried taking a picture of it for my step-dad, Tony, but I was too late.  Sorry.  At least you know you were in my thoughts, Ton!

The last 80 miles of the drive were brutally slow.  I hit traffic in Austin and construction.  All of us were routed off of the highway at one point.  The North-bound traffic was at a complete standstill.  The caustic smell in the air helped me figure it out.  I couldn't believe the still-smoking hull of a bus in the median. 

I finished the audio book my friends at St. Joe's gave me.  What an incredible story.  I will definitely be loaning that to my parents for their next long RV trip.  Thank you so much for that book.  It helped make the miles bearable.

Last night, I didn't sleep very well.  Despite the fact that I have a travel pillow with my husband's shirt and cologne covering it, I just couldn't get comfortable.  I wedged the other pillow against my back, pretending it was Jorge.  To make matters worse, the TV in my room apparently was possessed.  I turned it off. . .and it turned itself back on.  This went on for approximately 10 minutes until, in my exhaustion, I pressed "mute" and tried my best to sleep.  This morning, both my sister and husband asked me why I didn't just un-plug it.  I maintain it didn't cross my mind due to being so tired, but I'm sure part of it was my fear that it would stay on, like a scene from "Poltergeist."

One good thing happened, however.  Our dog, Shadow, injured her hind leg 2 weeks before I left.  She hasn't been able to get onto our bed since then and cries whenever she wants to be lifted onto the bed.  When Jorge arrived home tonight, she had found a way to get herself onto our bed.  She's still limping, but she figured out a way to make herself comfortable. 



My Shady-girl before I left.

Although I had a nice dinner tonight and I'm relaxing in my room, I still feel the vibrations from the road.  We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me.  I'm hoping the weather won't be quite as sticky as it was today (85 and really humid).  I will keep you all posted with my contact information once I get checked in.  I hope tonight's sleep is better.  I will be dreaming of my love, wishing we were together.  Good night.