In the last forty hours, I have been busy. I have driven 1200 km, give or take a few miles, sightseen two waterfalls, only one of which I remembered to photograph. I crossed a border, fortunately with relative ease and speed. I have climbed a stone fort, and alarmed matrons by standing atop the walls. I have gone to not one, but four different coffee shops in the space of an hour to find the elusive combination of both plug in and wifi. I have zigged back and forth across Portland, a city of which I am not familiar, with only my woefully out of date nav to assist me. I have wandered, enthralled, in a bookstore that takes up a whole block, being divided into eight or nine rooms crammed with old and new books. I have taken myself out to dinner, and a movie. I even got a little reading in.
If that seems busy, you would be right. I dare say it is a bit too busy, for I have only slept two hours in the last forty, both catnaps taken sprawled across the front seats of my civic, legs pressed against the door. Tonight, I have taken the luxury of stretching more or less out. I had to move all the stuff from the back of the civic into the front seats, but there is now room for me in the back.
As comfortable as my footies are, I am sure glad to take them off, finally. I can hear the trucks whooshing by on the highway, and there are a few idling in this rest stop. I am sure this will not deter me from a very sound sleep. Finally.
Update:
By leaving the passenger seat forward, and making sure the stuff behind it is level with the back hatch area, I can just stretch out diagonally in the civic. There is an awkward bump where the rear seats fold, but it can be done. And I slept very well indeed.
Wherever you are, Be There 