Tomorrow we leave. Yep, the husband has been released and tonight he will visit the location to lay down his tools and I will be throwing everything but the bath towels and bedspread into the suitcases. Tomorrow morning, I will be looking over the steering wheel of that Mercury while barreling east on I-10. I've had enough of ye ole La Quinta and every restaurant here in Columbus.
I want to wake up Wednesday morning and stumble into my own kitchen for a cup of coffee without having to get dressed for a trip through the lobby. I want to sit at my breakfast bar and sip on that coffee without having to smile and nod at people I will never see again through eyes that haven't fully opened up and a brain that shouldn't have to be expected to cause my mouth to utter anything intelligent without a few cups of coffee giving it a caffeine kick.
I'm ready. I'm ready to slip some music into the CD player and cruise alone down the highway for a few hours.
In a week, the husband may be called back to this location. I think I'll sit this one out in Lafayette. It's almost cool enough to make a trip to New Orleans. Beignets and latte await me at Cafe Dumonde. I'm ready.