Eastern Time Zone

So as it turns out, and as I didn't know, Louisville, KY is in the Eastern Time Zone.  Which meant that Nuvi (a word Jerry always delighted in saying), in telling me all along that I'd be arriving around 5 p.m., was telling me the local time and leading me to believe it was going to take an hour more to get here than it did.  So that was a nice surprise.  I left the house just after 10 this morning, and doing 10 miles over any given speed limit (and 70 mph speed limits in Indiana) balanced out traffic snarls on expressways around Chicago and Louisville and a couple of rest stops to get me here pretty much at the time Nuvi gave me at the start of the trip.

Something like three bouts of driving through tears en route.  Last one was when I passed a trailer full of hogs - given that my vegetarianism is first because of Bambi-ism and second because of the environment, a trailer full of hogs bound for slaughter would make me sad at any time, but this one brought on full sobbing and tears.  That's what happens when your underlying mood is bringing you close to tears most of the time anyway, I guess.

The last time Jerry and I drove to Alabama was for Allison and David's wedding two years ago.  Before that, I think we'd done the drive together three times, maybe?  Something like that.  Nowhere near as many times as he'd driven down before we met, of course.  But this is my first time driving south by myself. I managed not to cry at the sight of the Motel 6 in Jeffersonville, IN where we broke our return trips on Sunday nights, which was something.  I was probably still recovering from the piggies at the time.

I'm worn out, but I think I'll venture out and see about food.