I so did not want to drive home today, six hours in the car after an action-packed weekend. I'm feeling exhausted, down to my bones, and I surely need more than 8 hours of sleep to correct it.

We left after two p.m., as I had to get in some father-daughter time at brunch this morning, and then Brad and I had to stop at both One Guy from Italy's (take home calzones) and Mamaritas (Brad needed chicken nachos) before we hit the highway. Actually, it was almost three by the time we hit East 84.

Normally, our roadtrips are filled with lots of music, talking, silliness, profoundness, all depending on what mood strikes us. Today, we were both so tired that we were oddly silent for ninety percent of the trip. Instead of our usual 48 Trillion CD rotation trying to find the perfect CD for the moment, we put in Thievery Corporation first, and zoned out with on the mellow-trippy groove for a while. Electronica/zone music makes for a very strange soundtrack when the road your traveling is surrounded by brown-gold grass and cotton fields, alternately. The Outernational Sound was so relaxing to drive to that we put in Involver by Sasha, a more beat driven electronic/trance album, next.

Brad offered to drive once we hit Sweetwater, which was a change of pace since I usually choose to drive most of the time we highway-travel. I let myself chill out for once in the passenger seat, not worried about whether we were making good time and if the car needed gas and whether we should stop in Brownwood and if that State Trooper was looking at me or that other guy. I just rode, and stared out the window, and soon the passing world started moving in time to the music. Just as Sweetwater faded by, the recently erected wind turbines appeared - gigantic futuristic looking windmills with long white spindles that rotate slowly in giant arcs. Each turbine rotates at its own pace, and all together they look like a wind orchestra envisioned by Tim Burton, each spinning slowly but in perfect rhythm. I'll probably dream of them tonight.

We finally made it back to our home and our cats, and even though we've only been gone for two and a half days, it seemed like I hadn't seen them in forever. We just unpacked in slow-motion. I'm going to bed tonight feeling a little sad that I didn't get to spend more time with my family, but excited that in less than a week we'll be on a plane to see more family.

Oh, and the load of laundry that I put in the washer forty-five minutes ago? I just went to switch it to the dryer, and found the basket of dirty clothes still on the ground. Apparently I just ran the washer without bothering to actually put the clothes in. Hmm. Time for bed.

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