We're finally settled into our stuffy little motel room, wishing there was a window to open. After getting up at 5:30 yesterday morning, I still haven't slept except for a couple blinks during the movie about Jefferson at Monticello and a couple more blinks sitting on some steps during a tour at Ash Lawn, James Monroe's estate.
Joseph slept for 15 minutes or so across some chairs in the Atlanta airport.
The fact that we are now delirious is proven by the fact that we are both still up instead of going to bed. Here's a couple pictures. I'm going to bed. More tomorrow!
Looking dead in the plane.