We’re in the air! We won’t be by the time I edit and post this, of course, but yes, we are finally out of California and headed for our new state. I just wish I wasn’t so damn exhausted! Why is it that on the days I need energy most I don’t have it?

We just crossed the CO/KS border.

Anyway, I not only didn’t pack as organized as I should have, but I also don’t have my journal notes with me. Well, I do, but they’re on my laptop in the overhead luggage compartment so I’ll just write what I can remember. The Roseville hotel was peaceful till the last day and a half.

I slept absolutely shitty last night. I crashed at 4 a.m. and woke up a million times. I was hot. I was cold. I had to pee. The fuckers next door had to slam shit around.

I just hope the humidity doesn’t trigger my asthma and allergies to the point where I’m always needing inhalers. At least I didn’t need it yesterday. There was some kind of musty odor in the room that made my lungs tight.

Ooh, I got to experience my first earthquake last night too! We’d just gotten into bed when the bed started vibrating as if in a vehicle on a bumpy road. He wasn’t sure what to make of the vibration. I just thought it was some rude asshole running around nearby.

Took a break for snacks, soda, and to relax in my seat with my eyes shut.

Anyway, when we got up after midnight, Tom saw the report about the 5.9 quake at the California/Nevada border.

We’re over Tulsa, Oklahoma now, 968 miles away, and going 585 miles an hour. Oh, termites, if you only knew! You’d be dying to know where in Florida we’re going.

Too much turbulence to write now.

We got packed and down to the lobby with 4 minutes to spare. Then I got to worry about being blown off for about 2 minutes, but then the shuttle van appeared. It was surprisingly warm for 3:30 a.m. too.

As overly exhausted as I was, I made most of the ride to the airport with my head tipped back and my eyes closed.

Taking off was a very emotional moment for me (in a good way) and we laughed when the flight tracker showed that we’d flown right over our old house. Teased Carolyn saying, “You know that plane you heard at 6:15 in the morning? Well, that was us!”

Flying over Little Rock now. There’s an hour and a half to go.

I canceled his two appointments for him while he walked to the bank. This was the day before we left.

Heading for the Alabama border now. 674 miles to go.

And now, hello Mississippi! The bottom corner of Georgia is next, then we’ll be in the final stretch!