One more done...

Everything picked up and gone. I drove straight back home, with my back aching and feeling like dirt. The back, I understand. I shifted around a lot of heavy boxes, yesterday, but everything else? Stomach. Sides. Neck. Old man complaints.

I was also dead tired so wound up taking a nap about halfway. Just pulled into a rest stop on the tollway...kicked the seat back and slept for about ten minutes. It's not comfortable enough for anything more than that. But it helped the weariness.

I didn't stop to eat. I had a Hillshire Farm meal so ate that and had some DPZ as I drove, and just kept going. I told myself I'd get some Mexican food when I got home...but didn't. Just nuked a cafe steamer and ate that...and got the worst gas off the fucking broccoli.

The one good part about this drive was that as I was passing along the Mohawk River, I glanced across it and saw an Amtrak train heading for Buffalo, on the other side. Five cars. Scooting right along. And it paced me for a good fifteen minutes. 

I was going 70mph in a 65 zone, using cruise control to keep it at that. Lots of troopers out looking for tickets to give, so didn't want to get too fast...which I can do. And that train was right there with me.

This is the route Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint took in Alfred Hitchcock's North by Northwest. Heading for Chicago. I've ridden it, myself, many times and it still entrances me. Takes 8-9 hours and there's a layover in Albany, but it's still a lovely time.