Macon is where we'll eat bacon this morning.
Not really. We'll probably have breakfast in Florida somewhere. Nine AM is when we usually start looking for a Denny's. I just couldn't resist making the stupid, obvious rhyme with "Macon".
Here's what our day will look like: we'll stop in Gainesville, (B), sometime before noon to drop Charity and her junk off. That's where she's going to live. Then we'll drive another three hours to Palm Bay, (C), to spend the night with the parents of the charming and beautiful Susan (sometimes I refer to them as the "In-laws"), and then, in the morning, we'll arrive bright and early at our new apartment in Riviera Beach, (D), to unload the Uhaul.
Having this trip close to over puts me in a pretty good mood.