Over Friday, Saturday and today, I've driven 1120 miles. I could almost have driven to the state line of Missouri.
Friday--5 1/2 hours in my car.
Saturday--5 1/2 hours down and 5 1/2 back with Mejol.
Sunday--5 1/2 hours in my car.
That's 22 hours in three days driving.
And it was worth it.
I loved it.
But now I'm exhausted beyond what I usually call exhaustion and am going to bed.
More later about the trip. And Mejol. And other folks.
But now, bed calls.
More later.
Shalom.
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