Normally I’d be filled with such excitement at the beginning of a trip such as this. Head dancing with thoughts of the next stop, eyes delighting in the ever changing scenery of the open road–I’d be bursting with energy. This time, as Springsteen fills my airwaves with his haunting tales of Tom Joad. I feel as if I’m about to bawl. My stomach’s in knots, my body’s ready to explode in a fit of tears. I feel… I feel like… I think I may be sick. I don’t know if I can remember ever feeling this way before. Could it be anxiety? I hate to admit it, but I think I might be nervous. What could be making me feel this way? Jane’s her name. I left her behind. I left my dog T-Bone as well, a beautiful ten month old Black Labrador, and just when she was starting to behave too and was actually becoming my buddy. Man, do I love T-Bone. Man, do I love Jane?