I wrote this a few days ago, in the van:

I'm so tired of sleeping in the van so much. It didn't used to be this way. I'm not sure what changed. I've been taking road trips my whole life. My parents are from Ontario, but we moved to Nova Scotia when I was pretty young, so I spent much of my childhood driving back and forth to visit relatives (and go to Canada's Wonderland. It's been too long).

I always could sleep in the car, but often chose not to. I would read a book or the street signs. Watch the trees go by and look for wildlife. Try to guess what the roadkill was as we sped by.

The first few tours I took, with the Hold, were so exciting I rarely slept. At least unless it was very necessary, like the day after our first ill-prepared camping night. The first few Dog Day trips were the same.

But now...Now it seems I can't keep my eyes open for the life of me. It's like my body has been re-wired to nod off as soon as the wheels start turning. I brought many things to keep me occupied. I have some things to sew, a Sudoku magazine, three books, and my computer that I can use to write things (like this) or maybe actually do some stuff with all the pictures I take. But, no. Even after having a motel coffee and two diner coffees, I still slept until just now. Our first gas stop. It's not like I didn't get enough sleep last night. It's becoming a problem.

I guess it's probably just because I'm getting old. I mean, it can't be that New York isn't interesting anymore.