Too. Much. Barbecue.

I had every intention of writing an excellent post tonight all about my trip across the Mississippi and my pit stop in Mark Twain's hometown: Hannibal, MO. I even took a picture of the catfish I ate for lunch (what is this obsession I have with photographing my lunches??).

But, alas, my USB cord is nowhere to be found and I just ate enough burnt ends, texas toast, and cherry cobbler to sink the Titanic (I also took a picture of that meal. Weird, right?), so today's tales from the road will just have to wait.

Before I drift off into a food coma, here's a Song of the Day from the soundtrack to my drive through southwest Illinois this morning: Sufjan Stevens, "Come on! Feel the Illinoise"