Lunch

I'm sitting in a McDonald's at Sikeston, Mo., across the street from the Drury Inn where Maria and I encountered the most horrible, uncomfortable mattress in all of our combined travel experience a few years ago.
Since I have my Camelbak for drinking, I just got a Big Mac.
I'm almost within roll-throwing distance of Lambert's Restaurant (the home of the throwed roll) but I'm not that hungry and trying to shed a few pounds before next month's ride West.