I woke up this morning with a swollen eye. Fuckkkk!!! What the hell happened to me?

The past week I have been taking the car back and forth to the shop to prepare for our road trip from California to Maine. I told the mechanic to check everything and make sure our car is in top shape for our cross country trip. It was several trips to the car shop because parts and tires were late coming in, but I still had to do errands so I would walk to the shop to pick up my car, do errands, then drop the car off and walk home.

Maybe I got dust in my eye and now it’s fucking infected. Damnit!!! I look like a freaking freak!!!

I was so close to putting this trip off one more day. Maybe if I slept more my eye would magically de-puff. Alas, we’re all packed and I’ve got a 4 year old jumping all over the place saying, “Are we going yet?” nonstop. So on we went out of the foggy San Francisco Bay Area, eastward bound.

First stop, my parents’ home. Dropped off a few perishables I didn’t want rotting at home, a house plant that needs tending while we’re away, and of course, to give them big hugs and kisses before we went on our way.

After dinner, Jay and I took a deep breath and said goodbye. This was it!!! We were leaving our comfort zone. We headed toward the Sierra Nevada mountains. Husband, child, dog and me.

Just before 10 pm we arrived at Truckee, California. We saw Truckee while we were on the Amtrak train from Sacramento to Reno, and fell in love with this charming little Wild West town. It’s so festive here tonight. We passed beautiful Victorian buildings all lit up for the 4th of July holiday. I hear there is a parade going through town tomorrow. I better go to bed and get some shut eye. Ugh! My eye!!!