I am shortening up my work Friday. Plan on leaving work early, by 2 if possible. The three of us are going to Visalia to visit Dad. We are leaving when I get home from work so my exciting Friday night will be spent on Hwy 99 south. About 4 hours worth.
This morning was quick. Shower. Made coffee. Ate and left. Not bad. Always faster when I hurry. Go figure.
Work was very quick. I answered emails, processed my payroll, handled a few things that came up. And then I left. Headed home for the day.
Everyone was ready to leave when I got home. Except they were not packed and sitting around watching TV. That kind of ready. So I had the pleasure of waiting for them to get ready. I had packed last night. Not sure why I thought being ready was necessary. Obvs the ladies did not think it necessary. Prob not necessary, but too many years of packing for work makes me do it a day in advance. Go to sleep ready.
Well, I think everyone knows how I feel about my daily drive. Boring. This is a level of four daily drives. 4x boring. The drive was long and tedious. There was nothing going on. The only excitement was a stop for gas, water and food. And that was as expected.
So on we drove, and, for the millionth time, Emily said this was her least favorite drive in the world. Mine too. Everyone hates 99 through the Central Valley of California. Because it’s awful, hot, smelly and dull. I’m not overselling it I hope.
Arrived in Visalia around 9. Mimi, dads care giver, provided Chile Colorado with all the fixings. Very nice. We went to bed just after dinner.