gerisullivan | Safely home, sans gallbladder and gargoyle

The 85-mile trip home took most of 5.5 hours today. I built in several breaks, stopping for a half-hour or more pretty much every half-hour of driving. First at the NESFA Clubhouse, then at Whole Foods and Trader Joe's, then a welcome visit with

nesfan, and finally at the Charleton rest area, just for good measure.

The frequent stops proved to be a good strategy. When I arrived home, I had enough energy to move sixteen packed bags plus two bags of groceries from the car to the first floor of the Zeppelin Hangar. Sorry,

fringefaan; it wasn't 3x3, but rather 4x4. (The ants go marching....)

The house is standing, but the window box was somehow knocked mostly to the ground while I was gone and my beloved not-a-gargoyle is now a scattered mass of shards. I suspect a deer came in close to investigate the romaine lettuce growing in the window box, then had the bejeesus scared out of it when it knocked the window box loose from its rack. I supposed it could have been some other animal larger than a squirrel and smaller than a deer, but deer seem the most likely suspects.

I've just started reading Jim Butcher's Dresden Files books. Perhaps magic or wizardry are responsible, instead.

It sure was a good gargoyle. I'll miss him.

Still, it's good to be home.

I took the bag of dirty laundry downstairs and started the dehumidifier -- the basement really needs it. I suppose I should carry a bag upstairs and make sure everything is okay there, too. There's only one problem. If I do, I may well just fall into bed and sleep the sleep of the healing.