Once again, I’ve been behind the wheel for hours, and the girls are all asleep. Figures. No stamina whatsoever. Not like we engineers have.
Mel’s slumped over one of the bean bags in one of the strangest contortions I’ve ever seen. There’s no way in hell that the position she’s in could be comfortable. Oh well, must be the drugs.
Erin rolled off of the chair she was sleeping on an hour or so ago. Hmm. She must have been having a dream about a cow. Now I think she’s singing in her sleep. For the love of God, she never stops…
NiNi, of course, is sleeping like a baby. She looks angelic, curled up on the couch, her mouth curled into a sweet little smile. I didn’t know NiNi very well before the trip, but I just cannot get over how sweet and innocent she seems. She’s just like a child. I wish we could all be a little more like NiNi at times.
The big green sign says there’s a rest stop ahead, so I pull off for a quick stop.
