I... am a moron. Johnny does not question this moron apparently. Together, two of us made what is quite possibly the greatest blunder of my driving career to date. This is all related to the fact that I am posting this from Kingman, where I posted from last night.
I actually drove some more last night. At about 6am I couldn't go any longer, even though there was still another hour until Johnny could drive. I wrote down some directions for him and went to bed. About an hour and a half later he got up and got us moving again. I vaguely remember all of this.
At 11:30am I woke up... the truck was moving....
...westward because that is what I had mistakenly wrote down on the directions for Johnny while half-alive at 6am this morning. He had just come to this realization when he saw a sign for Los Angeles and woke me up to ask me about my gorss error. We just drove 240 miles in the wrong direction.
I'm a moron. And now I have to explain this to my dispatcher. Sheesh.