The truck is home. And I'd rather not talk about it, thank you very much. Suffice it to say, a week in the shop isn't cheap and the final bill came to just about what the truck is worth. No, I'm not kidding. I'll be blogging soon, I'm sure, about mechanics, friendships, friendships with mechanics, and why it's not a good idea.

In the meantime, darling daughter was sick all week and started antibiotics for bronchitis on Wednesday. By Friday she was feeling better, but not great. She had RSVP'd her intentions to attend the wedding of a childhood friend on Saturday. A 5-6 hour drive, one way.

She was feeling much better by Saturday and could have made the drive by herself. But since she'd been sick, she didn't feel she could stay at a friend's home. And since she'd been sick, she didn't think she'd feel well enough to do all the driving by herself in a day.

Guess who got to go along as designated tag-team driver?

Yep.

Pros: Eleven hours in a car is a lot of time to talk. I got to see some beautiful country. I saw long time friends. I attended the wedding of a young woman I've known since she was four years old.

Con: Eleven hours in a car is a lot of time to talk. Eleven hours is a long time period.

She ended up feeling pretty good and she did all the driving down and over half the driving back. I took the last two hours. From 11 P.M. to 1 A.M. when we pulled into the driveway. I think since I got the two hardest hours, the driving turned out to be pretty even.

Spending the day with a precious daughter: Priceless.