Cross Country Excursion

I spent much of the past week driving across the country with my brother and his dogs. Moving is a lot of work. As much as I relish the idea of periodically changing environs, learning new ways and meeting new people, moving is a lot of work. Good thing it was his move, not mine.
The trip itself was pleasant enough. Great conversation. Too much Diet Coke. I now know—thanks to a billboard large enough to conceal an entire home—where Carrie Underwood grew up. McDonald's has cleaner restrooms than gas station minimarts. And I'm not selling my shares of Starbucks while so much of Highway 40 remains unexploited.
As much fun as we had and as quickly as the time passed, I'm not running out to get my 16-wheeler license. Though it was good for my imagination to have permission to dance and play, explore and create, ooze and morph without having to produce or sell by a certain date.
Anyone else need a driving partner?