There were snow flurries when we departed Indiana this morning. Yikes. Looks like we’re getting out while the getting is good.
We are renting a second car for this trip, just for the sake of getting all our crap back home. I’m driving the rental; Xy has the cats with her.
This arrangement provides an unexpected advantage: It is actually much less stressful for Xy and I to be in separate vehicles.
For example, there was no one to bitch at me when I missed the exit to I-55 near Sikeston, Missouri, and only realized it 25 miles later.
Now we’re holed up in Grenada, Mississippi, for the evening, watching Hard Target on Spike TV. I’m no fan of Jean Claude van Damme, but anyone familiar with this flick will understand the strange fascination it holds for us.