My mom once got me a button proclaiming that... I'm only running a few hours late, it's still good, it's still good. A quick lunch and I'm off. Stopping just outside of Cleveland tonight... at a Motel 6, not a sketchy budget hotel where the sheets aren't particularly clean and there's an ornery old man sleeping in a back room behind the counter who has to wake up and give me grief for checking in at 2 am. I learned that lesson back in Dickinson, North Dakota.
So it's back west for me... missing everyone here out east, looking forward to a couple days of bad country radio and expensive expensive gas.