I made it home. After one day of five-hour driving I stopped and spent the night at Intern N's place at Seton Hill. It was great to see him again and to meet his roommates. We went on a walk, went out to dinner, and watched The Reader (NOT relaxation fare) and then the next day I left for eight more hours of driving pleasure. I discovered that, yes, all these years my parents have been completely correct to listen to NPR in the car while driving, as painful at it might be to the person in the back seat who just wants to doze and listen to music. I started out the drive with playlists I had made, which were great and it was nice to sing along for a while, but then I started to get tired and switched to the massive amounts of NPR, PRI, etc. podcasts I had squirreled away on my iPod for just this eventuality. These got me all the way home with energy to spare and I joined Subcontinent and her parents for dinner with friends of theirs. Steak and naan and chocolate ice cream are the perfect antidotes to tiredness, although I think I still went to bed at nine that night.
Today I had lunch and caught up with BrandeisGirl, and this evening I'm having tea with...oh no. How could I have never given this guy a blog name better than StOlafBoy?!? Oh well. StOlafBoy, erstwhile Roxanne to my Cyrano.

When the parents get back from China, we're going to finish watching Homicide. From what I've heard of the end of the movie (which wrapped up lose ends from the end of season seven, which is where we will pick up), Homicide will continue my pattern of falling in love with heartbreaking shows. Oh well. It's character building. Sort of like the sudden car repairs I paid for right before my big trip home. Well, I'm here now, and alive, so methinks it's time for some reading. Adios.