Jeff and I decided to go visit my uncle Bill, aunt Teresa, cousin Tiffany, and Granny Payton over the holiday weekend in Foley, Alabama, just a few minutes from the gulf. His mother dropped me off at Jeff’s office after work Friday so we could leave a little earlier. We stopped in Franklin for a couple of Jersey Mike’s subs to eat on the way. There was enough of a slowdown on I-65 that Jeff could eat his food with no problem. We made a couple of detours to avoid wrecks, and made pretty good time. Jeff got us past Birmingham before we switched at around 9:00 at Calera. There was a lot more traffic than I expected, but I supposed everybody else had the idea to visit the beach at the same time we did. We also saw a convoy of electric company trucks headed down, we figured, to a staging area for disaster relief after Hurricane Dorian.

I had hoped to drive until 11:00 so Jeff could rest, but I was so sleepy that I scared myself swerving after just an hour and a half. I pulled off at a lonely gas station and switched places again with Jeff. While we were there, we saw a group of alley cats hanging around on the outskirts of the parking lot. Jeff, of course, had to take their picture. He asked if I wanted to take one home with us. While traveling with a feral cat in the car would have no doubt kept us wide awake the rest of the trip, I declined the offer.

We pulled in to Bill and Teresa’s driveway at around 1:30 am, and made short work of finally getting in the bed.