I'm leaving. Just a matter of getting dressed and throwing things in the car.
The car. I got a new one for my birthday, which was a shock. The understanding was that I'd take Mother's Saturn and that she'd get a new one, but the radiator was doing some strange things and Daddy didn't want me to be 900 miles away with a busted ride, so yesterday I took a white Saturn (just like the one we already have) for a test drive. I was in love with it, but it's no longer under warranty, so it was nixed and I got a shiny white 2003 Stratus instead. it's almost as good. I haven't named it yet.
The plan right now is for me to finish packing, meet Joan for lunch, and drive as far as Harrisonburg, VA tonight, as there's a hotel there with people that know me. I'll do the remaining eight or nine hours tomorrow, stay with 'Bus for a couple of days, then we're going up to Manchester together on Friday.
Sorry I didn't get to see everyone, but for the most part it couldn't be helped. Thanks to The Damned for a great go-way party and the Gift Basket From Hell. Y'all rock. Very much mad love is in order to Nick and Joan, who understand why this is something I need to do and have been with me all the way. (And if you're thinking torrid thoughts.....you're not far off.)
Also, I'm stopping off on the way up to get Colts swag, that I might spread the Manning gospel in the lions' den of the Frozen Yankee Northland.
Speaking of which, I'd better get going or I'm never going to make it up there.
As ever,
H