The toughest miles were from San Diego to the north of Los Angeles with a few gazillion of our closest traffic friends bumper-to-bumper. Still, in a rented minivan stuffed with books and clothes from Sabbatical (and a soon to-be-repaired hard dinghy strapped jauntily on top) it wasn't a bad ride, just damn long.
We did have SUV/minivan-sticker shock at the service stations: $35 in Kettleman City, another $22 at the airport to fill up before we returned the Hoover this morning to National Rent-A-Car.
The Miata would have done it for half the gasoline, but then, 90 percent of the debris on the office floor would still be on Sabbatical.
Now it's time to read the newspapers and see what political imbroglios I get to write about - or comment on here - in the next few days.
Oh-my-God, I can see the headline about a 12-year-old SF boy killed by his own dogs. What kind? Do you really need to ask?
Here's the story, I can't read it right now: