just a little pressure

although we had planned on heading out of town somewhat early, it didn't turn out that way. packing always takes longer than expected, B staying down in dana point for work, then the added possibility of heading out to brawley for Uncle M's funeral really kicked things up a notch or 2.

once we finally got everything squared away & we were down a few blocks i realized we didn't have our map. i know how to get to brawley from the beach but don't know how to get home from brawley. it should be easy enough but i really don't care for the slightest chance of getting lost in the desert. we looked in the trunk & throughout the house to no avail, must have left it in the rental car after the SF trip.

it must have been an effort to delay getting on the dreaded 395. i hate that road. it's a death trap. 2 lanes with too many semi's, rv's, campers, vehicles towing toys & boats & wide loads carrying houses (yes, houses). this road brings out the worst in everyone. typically truck drivers are the best drivers out there, they have to be w/such large vehicles requiring extra braking time, etc, but not on this road. don't be surprised to see these guys passing on a double yellow line or on your ass because your only going 80!
the rest of the vehicles, well, expect at least one game of chicken. there are occasional passing zones, where EVERYONE floors it (yeah, even grandma who normally wouldn't dream of going over 45, she's going 90....& flipping you off for getting in her way).

the icing on the cake - i was pms-ing...bad...for over a week...was at the point where i was wishing it would JUST START ALREADY.

cousin C called about 1/2hr into the drive & let us know the funeral schedule: fri & sat. so all the extra stressing & packing was just practice.