I don’t know exactly where I am, but that’s not the point. The point is I’m at a rest stop, on a concrete picnic pavilion, in pigeon pose. See,Trainer Eric has instructed me to massage my IT band ALL DAY LONG while also pulling over frquently to stretch. So here I am, freaking out and/or entertaining the truck drivers, and I look over and see this sign for the Big Creek Cafe. That’s the kind of sign that either says, Best Food in the Universe or Shut Down by the Health Department. Or both.
Alright. Show’s over. Headed to Mississippi.