By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting back and relaxing in the car, letting Paul drive all the way to Atlanta.

“But, Kate,” you say, “you’re so Type A! And you hate not being behind the wheel!” Yes, this is true, my hypothetically argumentative friend. But I stayed up late, I’m sleepy, and he promised I could catch some zzz’s during the entire drive. Awesome.

The embodiment of ^_^

We’ve got to pack a few things and get the housesitter set up before we go, so I don’t think we’ll be rolling into Atlanta till about midnight. No matter. This is vaca. No 6 a.m. alarm clock.