Oof. I woke up this morning, at some little motor lodge in the middle of nowhere and when I opened my eyes I was confused. I instantly thought “Uh oh.. where the fuhk am I?” Epic hangover flashback. It has been a hot minute since I woke up in a strange place unsure of why. Like when you wake up from a drinking dream and you’re worried it was not a dream at all.. But I deciphered that no, I was not hungover and quickly recalled why I was not in my own bed and that there was nothing to be ashamed about. No holes in my memory. No unsavory over night guest. Just the quiet of the desert and an obscene amount of pillows.. who needs 6 pillows? Anyway, another beautiful hangover free day. I am grateful. The journey continues. Time to get back on the road.
Day 197: Oat milk yogurt, granola, bloobs and a banana. Turns out I didn’t have a spoon on my person.. so this was fun.