I wake up slowly most of the time. My brain simply does not go from sleep to wake with any speed or efficiency like some people's might.
So here it is, 9 AM. I've been awake or nearly awake for just over an hour, but it's only now, as I'm eating my breakfast, that I'm beginning to feel some semblance of brain activity. Everything before now has been auto-pilot.
This morning I've felt a little niggle in the back of my brain, like an idea was forming but I wasn't quite able to see it yet. I felt it when I snuggled Pookie on the loveseat. It reared it's head again while I chatted about music with The Boy. And again as I fixed ham and eggs with sourdough toast for Bryant.
It was only as I sat here with my own breakfast that I began to see the details of my idea, an idea that can be summed up in only a few short words...
Family road trip.
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