lodging a smirk at the the truckstop

Seriously I need to stop and reasure myself,remind myself that just. Because I drive faster does not mean I arrive quicker.
I am exhausted, trucks headlights blazing my vision. Wait a minute am I not the one who swears by no long distance driving by night,
Especially not in the middle of the karoo that bares not only silence and nothing but hundreds and hundreds of trucks wooshing by.
I swore by this because at night I become like a bat by dayt, I see nothing, only sense that the vehicle is head on. But oh oops that's what I have glasses for, so why I ask myself
Did I drive 2 hours in the dark without them, maybe - was testing to see if I was batted by dark, alas
The glasses came on and I could drive again.
After 9 hours we came to a halt, but a halt that took us in circles around a town seeking lodging, can't understand
Why it would take us an hour when all this town is made up of is liqour stores,guest houses,motels,hotels,b+b's,rooms,hostels and lodging after lodging,an hoyr?
Well that would be my grandma,everywhere - stopped she would find fault,I believe one was'there is a cat'(she has dogs), another was, 'this street is to high up' and so on,

Here we are in a little brick room,a dirty little brick room, next to a truck stop with lots of stray cats and on top of it
I'm sleeping next to a not very secure window,regarding all my waking nightmares are based on such a window...

So this bedbug haven could not be more perfect,that is not sarcasm, merely based on all its flaws I would not have a minute by minute comedy second, with gran,dogs,cats,truckers lodging and all