That is to say, I got back from the ~3000 mile each way cartrip to get my eldest daughter married and my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary properly celebrated.
I’m not entirely sure I held up my end of things, but I tried.
And now, in theory, I will once again have time to do all those things I haven’t been getting done for the past four or five months, like participate in online discussions, update my website and write/edit books.
…The problem with theories is that they are so very theoretical.
But at least I’m home, with nothing worse having happened to me than getting robbed (I dropped my wallet, and when I got it back it was missing all the cash), being stopped by the cops (they issued a driving warning to our rookie driver temporarily filling in to give the two experienced drivers a break), throwing up (maybe the water at our first campsite disagreed with me?), discovering that fires had been banned at one of our campsites so we wouldn’t be able to cook dinner, and mostly loosing my voice and so having to transpose the song I wrote for my parents down four notes before I could perform it which infuriated my accompanist.
That’s probably about par for 6000 miles, right?