I left on Tuesday at 7 a.m. for a visit with my mother. I got there after a 6 1/2 hr drive, and we had a nice afternoon. She wasn't feeling very well so she went to bed early that evening (she's 89 so she often turns in early). We both didn't get up until about 8 a.m.this morning, she because she didn't sleep well and I because I was still worn out from the drive. We spent the morning talking, and planning to visit the cemeteries where both sides of my family are buried that afternoon, to remove some old flowers and tidy up a bit. But my husband called with a medical problem and I had to throw my stuff back in the suitcase and leave a little after noon so I could take him to a doctor appointment tomorrow. I got back at 6:45 p.m. today, just about 36 hours after I left - a little over 13 of those hours were spent driving. To say I'm tired is an understatement.
Hubby is fine right now but needs to have a problem checked out. It's not life-threatening or anything but it can't wait. That's what I get for thinking I can slip out of town for a day. I was going to come home tomorrow anyway, I just cut my visit short by about 18 hours. I think I'm getting too old for these long drives - when I crawled out of the car in the driveway this evening I was moving like I was 89 years old!