But tell me.
How does driving - simply sitting in a car, watching the world go by - make one so unbelievably exhuasted?! It's 10:38 here (11:38 Toronto time) but all of us are already saying goodnight.
It feels like we've been on the road for a solid week already, and truthfully, I think we're all feeling like the bugs that have gotten stuck in the truck's front grill over the past 3 days: a little disoriented, a little dismembered, a little bit shaken up from the wild winds of the wide open road.
Well, maybe all of us except Josh. Like the Portugese, soccer-finatic-brotha he is, a dish of room serviced fish and chips in front of the game capped off his third day on the road.
As for the rest of us, Grant and Mike are just getting back from a search for food around town, Cassandra is just getting out of the shower, and Natalie is just falling asleep...oh wait, she's already asleep. Of course.
So, as the sun sets on the Winnipeg horizon - I really can't get over how long it takes to get dark over here - I'm off to bed. The buns have been ordered, the product is at T&T Trucking waiting to get picked up tomorrow for Thursday's event, and the alarm clock sitting next to me is set for 7 a.m.
Ah, yes. The journey continues.
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