In fact, I’m back from a 9-day excursion that took the lady wife and me to York PA for Thanksgiving with the in-laws, the eastern suburbs of the nation’s crapital for a few days so I could look over some things at work and visit our secure undisclosed colocation facility in downtown DC not far from the Jackass-In-Chief’s digs, and then back to Indy running the gauntlet of moronic Ohio drivers and manic tractor-trailer operators.
And on four of the five highway stages (Indy to St. Clairsville; St. Clairsville to York; York to DC; and DC back to St. Clairsville), it was all I could do to hold the damn van on the road in the teeth of some of the worst wind I’ve had to deal with in years. Today, other than most of the driving being in Ohio, was a piece of cake by comparison.
Regular ranting will recommence remonstratively.
A "surly curmudgeon[], suspicious and lacking in altruism." (Robert A. Heinlein)