On the road again

Personal space is important.
This is true.
Personal space is even more important on a bus.
Personal space becomes a safe haven.
It becomes your bed, your safety, everything.
I am on a bus.
Right now.
I am absolutely hating it.
No doubt.
No lie.
I am in Fort Pierce.
I have still so many hours to go.
The bus people don't even have the decency of putting a movie.
Nope, no movie.
Just my pretty mind to keep me entertained.
And my phone.
And our blog.
Which I guess could be worse.
I have a food rations to last me days if I eat a cheese it per day.
I have an MP3.
I have a sweater.
I have a book bag.
And a little pillow.
My bus partner seems respectable.
Like he respects personal space.
And such.
I have the satisfaction of being the 100th post.
This is good.
Even though my tail bone hurts.
A lot.
I hate unpadded chairs.
They're not nice on the tail bone.
For sure.