My farrier friend Bob has been keeping tabs on me since I left home. It is a comfort to talk to someone as I travel alone and with trepidation. Thank God for a good friend. Of course I have a lot of tunes and the radio and I sing my way down the road until my voice is hoarse! I call my family in the evenings when I hit a motel room. Somehow in all of the rush and packing and moving of stuff and lack of sleep, I'm also travelling SICK. I find something simple to eat, get into a room and just crash. I am so incredibly exhausted!!