Where in God’s name are we? I really don’t even know anymore. We woke up in Lousiana and are now in Alabama, I think. At least we were earlier. We had to drive 500+ miles today, which meant taking the interstate, which meant that the scenery since Shreveport alternated only between small interstate towns (with gas stations and Walmarts) and large interstate towns (with truck stops and Walmart Supercenters). I’ll save my commentary on all that for less Orwellian times.

Not much else to report, really. Just kind of malingering around hotel rooms and guest beds, riding out the humidity and waiting for our digestive systems to forgive us for the terrible things we put them through in New Orleans. How everyone in that town isn’t 350 lbs naked and constantly doubled over in pain is beyond me.