Literally. So we left for the UT last night at around five. And we got into Spanish Fork at about 1:30 in the afternoon. As you can imagine, I am exhausted. I forgot how sleeping in anything but an entirely horizontal position just doesn't work for me. I mean, you finally slip into that heavenly bliss that is sleep, and then your neck gets to cramping and crimping and whatever. And so it wakes you up, and you try to reposition yourself. And then it's back to the same thing again. Finally falling asleep only to discover yourself in pain a few minutes later. And then your sister-in-law says she is falling asleep at the wheel at about 5:45 in the a.m. So you get up and drive some more...only after having driven from 10:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m. But you do it anyway, because well, you can't have the kids dying on you because Mom fell asleep at the wheel. And then you find yourself driving through the mountains of Colorado...which might feel pretty treacherous in the best of driving conditions. Like Friday morning's were, in fact, the best of conditions. Does this make any sense anymore? I'm exhausted.
And that is the end...
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