The Book Nook

Hour six has just passed on my drive to Wimberly. I have no idea why my GPS routed me the way it has. If I had stayed on 35 I would have arrived two hours ago. God, I hope Grandpa is not waiting up for me. It will be far past his bedtime by the time I get there. If he is awake, he will surely be irritated. I am not entirely sure where I am, but judging by the terrain, I am somewhere in the hill country. It has been almost an hour since the last town I saw, and even that I did not recognize. There have been a few houses off the side of the road, but those are few and far between. The GPS is instructing me to stay on this road for…