*You would be completely correct there. Mom's taking care of them for the duration of the trip -- she claims they "miss me", which anyone who has ever had a cat knows is ridiculous. P and I were imagining having them in the back of the truck for the trip -- at every change in speed they'd be "mrow? mrow?" and by the end of the trip we'd leave them in the desert.

Re: our disorders. Long trips really bring out the best in all of us, don't they? P's losing his mind in wide open farm country ("how do they LIVE like this?") and I'm fidgiting and reading every sign we pass (sometimes twice) and apparently I sound like death when I snore -- sometimes I stop breathing, I guess, and P kept thinking I wouldn't start up again. It's fun! Getting two rooms the past couple nights has helped a little...