D1P2

I was still recovering from the effects of my 3 a.m. wakeup when we pulled up to our rest stop past the Iowa border. After a stop in Bloomington to pick up additional passengers, our bus was now full with tired riders.
Bob tries to schedule a rest stop every two or three hours. This particular stop was to a Burger King and a convenience store. I found a nearby bench and began brushing my teeth. It was a habit of mine.
“What do you think so far?” Bob said.
“I’m running on about two hours of sleep.”
“Same here,” Bob said. “I’m about running on empty.”
“That’s a song,” I said.
“A pretty good one too,” Bob said. “Jackson Browne.”