I was thinking about the Robert Frost Poem that has this line: “miles to go before I sleep.”
Today, when this post appears, I will have spent 7 hours (3 1/2 each way) behind the wheel for a two-hour visit with my daughter.
My hip will be ouchy and stiff. I will be very grateful that I decided against a manual transmission when I bought my last car; the clutch would make it just that much more ouchy.
I would never consider NOT going to see my daughter because of the drive, but I will be very grateful when she finishes school and settles closer to home.
Less driving, more time to visit.