88 degrees, which is what it was today, is hot for Highlands, but nothing compared to that furnace in south Georgia. A thundershower late this afternoon has cooled things off nicely though.
The trip up this weekend took longer than usual, because around lunchtime, Jimmy got a big yen for a turkey sandwich from Subway. Everybody else on the road must have had the same craving, because we got off at four different Subways at four different exits before Jimmy deigned to place his order. They were all too crowded, but the line had shrunk by the fourth stop, if only because it was after two o'clock by then.
Sometimes we stop at the Holiday Inn in Forsyth, especially if it's Sunday, for fried chicken and vegetables, but that wasn't an option this time. We had Andy in tow.
The last couple of times we've taken Andy on a trip, he's whined and panted the whole way, so we gave him a little sedative before we left. He was much happier, and so were we. We woke him up in Tallulah Falls for a pit stop, and he was still so sleepy that when he lifted his leg on a post, he toppled over.
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