Tomorrow we head north to visit my son and celebrate his son’s birthday. I am pretty much packed and ready to go. I just have to get Kat’s bag packed and get a few hours of sleep. That will be the tricky part, getting to sleep with so much on my mind.
Dan is working tonight. It is his forth twelve hour shift in a row and he works hard. He will be home early enough to get a few hours sleep before we leave, but not enough for me to make him drive to Lloyd, so I will be behind the wheel.
I do not love travelling and I definitely do not love driving. I am cursed behind the wheel. I have driven through more than my share of construction, fog, blizzards, icy roads, gale force winds and a herd of pigs. Not friendly pigs either – a mean, nasty, gang of pigs. I have lost more than my share of windshield wipers – oddly true. I have slid down a muddy country road sideways in pitch dark, pouring rain. That was not fun. None of it was fun, so I am not totally excited at the prospect of tomorrow’s adventure.
Dan usually does his share of driving and mine when we travel. I have been thinking lately that I should make more of an effort to polish up on my highway driving skills. One never knows if it is a skill I may need in the future. This is probably as good a time as any, to start making the extra effort.
I had better go try to get some sleep. Apparently it is hunting season in Saskatchewan. If anyone out on the open road tomorrow will be dodging bullets and startled wild life, we know it will be me. 🦌🐇🦆