The plan was 20 hours of driving with about 26 hours on the road if you include gas stops, rest stops (old pharts NEVER pass up a rest stop), food stops, and so on. Yesterday I put in 12 hours of driving in about 16 hours on the road. All of that high quality mathematical education I got means that I figured today would be about 8 hours of driving in about 10 hours on the road.
You know what they say about plans and God?
There’s a LOT of this between there and here.
The 8 hours of driving was accurate, but it was far more like twelve hours on the road. Construction sites did me in. It also dominoed into a situation where I hit LA and environs right at the beginning of the evening rush hour instead of two hours earlier. Which in turn caused hours of delays. It’s a long way from the far edge of the “LA Area” to home on the far edge on the other side. There are smaller states. Literally. And when the freeway I’ve already picked has a huge accident that closes all lanes…
Thank goodness the two bozos who tried to sideswipe and rear-end me both missed. (Hissy is small and zippy and strong and nimble!)
The other odd thing happened in Phoenix, where the GPS started malfunctioning and showing us off the freeway by a couple hundred yards. Was someone testing a jammer or blocking device?
Whatever.
It is good to be home. It will be good to be back in my own bed. And it is wonderful to be back working on my desktop systems with big, dual monitors, full-sized keyboards, and all of the other trappings of civilization!




















