There is something about white knuckled driving for a few hours that tires you out. Doubly so when said driving is followed by hours of physical therapy. Triply when hours of therapy are preceded by over an hour of white knuckled driving. I am done whining now. I also apologize to the line of cars (mostly pickup trucks) stuck behind my 30 mph slippery lead. There was nowhere to pull over. I felt the need to keep moving forward.
I basically skipped lunch, so celebrated my success of living through the storm by pigging out. Pigging out is never good. I hope my body forgives me, and that I don’t stroke out tonight. I also included a pear in all the debauchery.