What a day. We sadly left our good friends in Durham, NC, but gladly arrived back ‘home’ to Anja’s family in Arlington.
I set out hoping that the post-Thanksgiving traffic wouldn’t be too bad. But when we hit the mess on Interstate 95, it felt like the bottom fell out of my world. Bumper to bumper traffic for hours.
But when, in the dark, we arrived into that plate of spaghetti loosely disguised as roads and connections (the Washington DC area), the traffic was a living nightmare, a horrendous splodge of madness and cars. This time it felt like the world fell out of my bottom.
When I return from America I’ll write a full report on SBL (and expose that Wright blaspheming fraud, West – I have some hilarious pictures with which to hold him ransom), and respond to those of you who have e-mailed me. If I don’t bump into any of you while sniffing around the sights in DC, I’ll at least try to blog once or twice.