The last day of driving isn't anything to write home about--just long long roads, every patch looking like every other patch.
I stopped at some kind of beaver store (Buccees?) and got some cheese and candy and chicken salad to eat in the car, then drove into my driveway just before dark.
Picked up the mail all over the floor, unpacked the car--and was happy to see a big red wagon from Mike and a lamp he made me out of a buoy and the little oak desk that Carlene has been keeping and protecting from me since Day was little.
Now--to the job of unpacking and putting things in their places!
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