It feels good to sleep two nights in the same place after the drive from hell, through what I can only describe as the Twilight Zone—where absolutely nothing existed.
My only question to Ken as we drove through miles and miles of nothing was, “How do people live out here with no same-day shipping or Walmart delivery?”
Apparently, I am ridiculous.
I’m okay with that.
Yesterday morning we went downstairs for breakfast and never have I ever experienced anything quite like what happened next.
Ken was making me a waffle—because obviously Ken was making my waffle—when I noticed a man just standing there. Staring at Ken. Then at the waffle. Then back at Ken. Then back at the waffle.
And when Ken walked away, he was still staring at the waffle like it was some great new invention.
This man was absolutely mesmerized.
I don’t know if he had never seen a hotel waffle maker before. I don’t know if he thought Ken had just performed some kind of breakfast magic. I don't know what was happening.
I just know that for several minutes, this man watched Ken make a waffle with the kind of concentration usually reserved for a space launch.
And just like that, The Waffle Watcher was born.
We may have accidentally found our first Road to Us merch item.
Of course, the rest of the day was pretty slow for me. It was Road Trip Recovery Day all the way. Ken went to work, and I mostly sat in the hotel recovering from the drive through the Twilight Zone and contributing absolutely nothing to society.
Until Ken called me on his way back.
He had about a two-hour drive to the hotel and called to ask if there was a way I could create a dashboard kiosk for the job fairs he does—something that could capture all the information they need even when there’s no internet.
Sure.
Why not?
By the time Ken got back to the hotel, a web app had been born.
He had a problem when he left.
He had software when he got back.
Yes, I am magic like that.
The rest of the day was easy, and we are NOT going to talk about pie.
Except I may have ordered one.
And Ken may have eaten some of it.
So really, there is nothing more to discuss.
Sadly, this morning at breakfast, there was no Waffle Watcher. Honestly, breakfast felt a little empty without him.
And things have been pretty slow ever since.
So basically, today I am sitting on the couch watching Ken work, asking annoying questions, and living my best life.
Ken works incredibly hard at this job.
I sit nearby and provide moral support, commentary, unsolicited suggestions, and occasionally drive mentally.
It’s a partnership.
I am sure Ken might want to kill me before we get home, but at the end of the day...
That’s marriage.