Day Two: And We're Driving...

We awoke the next morning pretty early (for me anyway) so we could maximize the sunlight. Both of us, as glasses wearers, hate driving at night. Regardless of antiglare, those headlights are still blinding.
Anyshoe, I headed down to a quiet breakfast of OJ and a fresh pressed Belgian waffle. I kind of love waffles, so this was a pretty exciting discovery. A lot of hotel/motels are adding these to their breakfasts, and I for one am deeply grateful.

Once packed to go, I made one last visit to my friends, leaving them a cup of water since I didn't see anything nearby they were drinking from.
To my Blythe area readers, check out the Super 8 off the Interstate 10. It's a popular truck stop, and my furry friends are living behind it under a shipping container. It didn't even occur to me to call a shelter, but even if I had, us Californians know what happens to kitties that get picked up.

On a happier note, Husband and I zipped all the way through Arizona and New Mexico, making it to the edge of  Texas in Las Cruces. We landed here last time, and knew exactly where we wanted to be.

The Panty Dropper, and MY Panty Dropper

Deliciousness was had, again, and Kelsey was tortured, again, although this time he was a shift leader. I guess someone up top noticed his ability to brush off BS, which to me is good news. More people like Kelsey need to be running service industries.