Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Six hours of driving, 478 miles door to door, 16 gallons of gas, 1 bathroom stop, 76 songs of my 1066 songs on the iPod and 1 ever so tasty In 'n' Out burger in Vegas.... my butt was numb.
Norma ran like a charm, giving me great gas milage, and a comfortable place to sit (minus the butt numbing). The ride out consisted of me struggling to change CD's in my little CD player (the radio died!) and heat. While in LA, the Brother gave me his broken iPod, saying if I could get it to work, it was mine.
The folks at Apple were champs, working on it, finding it frozen, and then... after spending some time talking and telling a few jokes and smiling.. a lot... they gave me a brand new iPod! woot!!
So, the drive home was in the dark, cool compared to the day trip, with my new iPod cranking out songs. Lots of time to think, with that insulation of dark and music in my ears. It was a fast trip, it seemed.
Sophie was wild when I got home, bouncing around the room... refusing to settle enough for me to pet her. Finally, she came close and let me pet her... and she spent the night sleeping on my head or face... I guess she wanted to make sure if I leave she'd know first.
Home again, waiting to sell the house. It was a good trip, I adore the Brother and the Wife.... they are always good and decent and fun...
And they introduced me to sushi. Good times.