home again, home again. Another thirty-some-odd wonderful car-hours under my seat-- a visit to the Fernandes, a historic tour of prior breakdowns, and one Denny's Elvis later, Gramps is still scoffing at all the youngsters. Also, there's no "k" in calisthenics, "horton" is *not* a type of bird, and "qorn" will lose you major points in any road trip word-game worth mentioning.
Brought some marking home with me, but the food, the family, the company and the time are already doin' me wonderful. hmm... maybe another nap is an order.