Sleep-Driving

I didn't blog yesterday because I was busy almost dying on the highway. It’s what seems happens to me on long road trips now: I start falling asleep, I don't know why. I have coffee. I have "The Girl Who Played with Fire" on my i-Pod, I have rock music but still I enter that weird state where I know I'm awake but my mind starts  knitting little dreams anyway. It's awful.So... I stop at all the rest stops. I pull in at the grassy dog section, pop back my seat and sleep for 20 minutes. That's all it takes. I sleep deep and then I’m great, sharp as a tack, wide awake - for at least another 50 minutes before it happens again.I drove four hours to get to my camp reunion and when I got  to where I was about 20 minutes away I stopped to fire back one last shot of coffee -   and accidentally threw my car keys into the giant trash can in the Ladies Room. They went right to the bottom natch. Then I arrived and learned that there’s no cell phone service at all here, not anywhere in this whole town.It must be some sort of message from the universe for me to stand still and stop trying to talk to the whole known world. I can do the first thing but not the second. People I haven’t seen for 30 or 40 years, here from Virginia and North Carolina and Florida and I’m taking some vow of silence? I don't think so! I’m jumping into my shorts and camp shirt and rushing from my 'cabin' to meet them down at breakfast now. Now that we're together I feel like we're all safe at home just like little Mary Lou was so long ago.

Diane's doing her best but Mary Lou is gonna be safe after all.