Hump day

When everyday is hump day its hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Mississippi is all hills and goes on forever. The landscape doesn't seem to change and each mile I grueling, because of the lack of anything different. The road cut southwest a day or two ago and with it brought that wonderful humidity I though I'd left behind. I could really use a break. Where are those hippy communes when you need one. Probably not in Mississippi. Louisiana is starting to feel closer. Four or five days unless my GPS is creating fiction again. I'm trying not to lose my adventuresome spirit, but some days are better than others, and some days are just meh. Today is meh.