Mike and I took a road trip.
I will probably make several blog posts about this 15 day journey from Georgia to Wisconsin to Canada and back a different way, but for now you only need to know the important things.
We, being the scientists of our own lives, wanted to track two things during this trip:
1. The amount of Cybertrucks seen on the road
2. The amount of yawns during travel time
The answer to the first thing is one.
We saw one, ugly Cybertruck.
It's so ugly I don't even want to show a picture of it.
You can go look that up on your own time.
The second experiment was far more dynamic, so I made a graphical image:
Some unique observations here:
I, being the shotgun passenger the majority of the time, was the yawnier one by far except for the one trip from IL to WI.
It's interesting how I yawned just as much or more on a 30 minute trip (7-2) than on a 9.5/10 hour journey (6-26/29). This one still ghasts my flabbers.
Maybe it was all the leftover Canada Day air in the Canada air that day.
Or maybe we should have also tracked coffee consumption.
I started to becoming increasingly aware of how different yawns would feel. Some would be casual, almost passing like sighs that we wouldn't even count, but others would be so bold and body-intensive that my mouth hurt from stretching so far and felt like I would almost black out.
Pretty sure Mike was afraid that I'd suck all the air out of the Jeep and the roof would collapse. He also commented of how tired he was seeing the back of my mouth.
Now whenever we get in the Jeep to drive somewhere, we feel like our yawns "count" for something. A log, a blog, a seventh grade scientific fair composition notebook somewhere. It is unclear whether this thought pattern will ever go away.
Yawns are also undeniably contagious. I feel like its a lower level form of telepathy.
I even yawned a few times while writing this, and you may have yawned while reading it.
It's okay.
Yawnestly,
TWS
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