Hankie's First Morning in Phoenix

We made it to Phoenix from Illinois.

The participants:

Scott - Fiance extraordinaire. Did all 24 hours of driving us from my house to his.

Candy - That's me. I detest being in a car for longer than 15 minutes.

Hankie - 19 year old cat. Best creature on 4 legs.

It is hard to believe that our little group spent three entire days in a car. I'll go into some of the grueling highlights a bit later. The main point is, I started my relocated life today. The moving truck arrives Monday, and the wedding is 2 weeks from tomorrow.

When we finally got into Phoenix last night, we were done in. The minute we got out of the car it was as though someone had lifted the copper mold off the Jello salad and blasted it with a blowtorch of fatigue. The whole thing blobbed downward to a puddle of green nothingness, the once-festive bits of carrot languishing like tiny abandoned orange canoes.

Today we mostly tried to believe that we were no longer in a car. The relief was intense. This must be a speck of what it's like to die and to land smack-dab into the middle of the very, very pleasant afterlife you'd been hoping for. You get to stop worrying that there's no such place, and start frolicking in it.