Panera's closed, but the signal's good

Ahh, the Motel 6. You get what you paid for, although they did leave the light on for us. We ended up on the side facing away from the interstate, so it was much quieter than it could have been. That very dark, curly hair stuck to my towel did give me a bit of pause, but nothing a simple shrug couldn’t fix.

Now we need to find someplace with breakfast and a little bit of the internets. I think there’s a Panera in downtown Spartanburg, so as soon as Courtney finishes making herself look pretty (as if there’re really any improvements that need to be made), we’ll hit the highway and go signal hunting. Good god, I’m glad I’m not a woman. Courtney’s a relatively low-maintenance chick, but I love the fact that I can take a shower, throw on the same variation of pants and a shirt that I wear everyday, run my fingers through my rapidly-thinning hair and call it good. Today I even decided to only partially shave; it’s time to bring back the beard. Courtney doesn’t like it, of course, but it’s my natural state.

Oh yeah: Happy Thanksgiving to all! I hope you’re actually reading this a day or days later, because you should be watching a parade or stuffing yourself silly or watching football or stumbling through that post-meal tryptophan daze. Oh, Thanksgiving, how I love thee! Seriously- my favorite holiday, hands down. What the hell does “hands down” mean, anyway. Yeah, I know what it means, but where does it come from?

Whatever. I’ve reverted to stream of consciousness, so I better quit while I’m ahead. Enjoy the day, enjoy the leftovers and, most of all, enjoy your hair. By the way, “Enjoy Your Hair” was my second choice for the name of this blog, but I thought people would think it was in some way self-referential, so I didn’t go with it.