Yesterday, Debbie and I took Danielle back to Rhode Island. The GPS disapproved vehemently of the fact that I was speeding, and showed her disapproval by showing my “current speed” in red. She also disapproves when we leave the planned path to go to the bathroom or get gas or get something to eat. She’s just a spazzy control freak, that stupid GPS.
(She certainly comes in handy when, say, you leave the highway to search desperately for a McDonald’s to use the bathroom and get a drink, only to find out that the McDonald’s is CLOSED. Hello, Newton, Massachusetts, I am looking at YOU.)
Danielle wasn’t feeling well – she was developing a cold – and while I know she had a good time visiting with us all (she only lives a few hours away, but she has a pretty busy schedule and hasn’t been up to visit in a long time), I know she was also glad to get home. Aside from not feeling well, she had a class yesterday afternoon. I dropped her off at home, gave her a big hug, and then Debbie and I headed for home.
The drive from here to Rhode Island is supposed to take about 7 hours, round-trip, but it took us more like 10. There was rush-hour traffic to deal with and potty breaks to take. I have to say, it was not a bad drive at all – we might have to make this a regular thing, going down to get the spud when I come to visit!