Deep in the Fart of Texas

A long but good ride from Tucson to El Paso today. Enid was happy the whole way, which makes all the difference. Cooler than yesterday too, with cloud cover much of the way and even a thunderstorm or two. In the afternoon Enid sang a ballad that lasted nearly an hour before finally falling asleep. Something bittersweet and romantic that she invented on the spot, with lots of "never" and "forever" and "someday" in it. I really wish I could have heard clearly what she was saying, but the car windows were down (no AC) and the wind noise was too loud.

Bedtime for Enid is proving to be problematic in our little hotel rooms. We have to turn out all the lights in the room after reading Enid her bedtime stories, and then we have to sit quietly in the dark until she falls asleep, at which point we can work quietly on our computers in the dark, but not much else. One of us can go hang out in the lobby or something, but we obviously can’t leave Enid alone in the room, so at least one of us is stuck in the dark. Sure would be nice to lie in bed and watch television, but alas it is not to be... Seeing how it has gone on the road makes me realize that we will have to endure this situation for the first few weeks in Monterrey too, until we can find an apartment. That’s a lot of sitting in the dark.

San Antonio is 550 miles away, too far to drive in one day with Enid along. So we’ll most likely have to stay in some dreary little town on the interstate tomorrow. Can’t see much at all of interest on the map.