Craziness!

I did indeed drive to Ashland this morning. My sister, who leaves for work at 5:30, had to call the tow truck to move two cars parked in front of her driveway, so we were awoken a little early by her call and the cats! The cats like to wake us up. Jen, on the other hand, felt bad about it. But we made her eggs anyway.
The drive to Ashland was...tiring. Though I never was in danger of nodding off, I turned all the vents on high and made loud trilling noises with my lips to keep myself awake as Bret slumbered beside me like a baby, waking only to change the CDs for my book on tape (a thrilling historian/vampire adventure).
Ashland was great. Touristy, but full of hippy-dippy energy and amazing theater. As I said to Bret after the play we saw there--I didn't even think about the acting it was so good, I was just in their world.
But to add to nitty-gritty reality, I was very emotional afterwards. Perhaps it was the play or the drive, but I got very angry about not being able to close my backpack. Then I lost a contact. Then I cried at "Brick" by Ben Folds. Finally, after I took over driving for Bret so he could sing, we traded back when the curves in the road started to get to me. I think a good night's sleep, complete with Ruben's homemade soup, will get me back on track. How's that for reality? Take that, ANTM!