Driving and Spider Attacks

Today started off kind of rough, my medicine from the night before hadn't worn off by the time I got up and had to be out the door, so I was really disoriented and emotionally raw to the point that the fact that I didn't get to say goodbye to my cat made me cry so hard that mom turned the car around so I could give my kitty a goodbye hug. Kova was pretty happy about this and that, mixed with some Disney singing in the car, made things right as rain, so the rest of the driving day went just fine.

I saw a senior citizen biker group who spent their entire lunch discussing different models they liked and if they liked us young folk sharing the road with them or not. I think the final decision was that you can never be too old to bike and once you've got a license, you aren't too young either.

After that, I partook in the popular road trip pass time of sleeping, I didn't really mean to do this and forgot to buckle my seat belt when I did, so it was a pretty startling awakening (don't worry, I'm okay, mom knew I was asleep and drove carefully)

Then, this is probably my favorite thing, we made several stops at rest areas for my legs and they were beautiful. It was like this little wooded area with streams and an itty bitty water fall. I mistook a chipmunk for a lizard and spotted a frog, but I couldn't catch him much to mom's joy. Having a frog in the car with us was not her idea of a good time for some strange reason. Oh, and I got attacked by spiders, lots and lots of spiders. I don't think any of them bit me, though, just got up in my face and tried to get their webs in my hair. It was pretty dang nasty, not gonna lie.

Nothing else exciting to report really, mom and I have been listening to The Shack by William P. Young and I've been trying my hand at friendship bracelets to keep my hands busy, so far it's worked and it's actually helped with managing the pain, so that's been really nice.

As far as I know, the plans for tomorrow are more driving and getting to G.T.'s house before too late (assuming we don't get hopelessly lost again.)