You know what's stupid? Driving the 11 hours from State College to Urbana in one day, that's what. It was a drive best characterized by John's remark at our 10th and final rest stop: "You go on in and pee; I'm tired of peeing."
Since I arrived home a couple of hours ago, I've had a protracted wave of nausea, which is to say not a wave at all but maybe more of a bout. I'm not sure if the nausea is a result of the hole that developed in our muffler on the trip, which made it sound like we were in fact traveling by prop plane (the very term produces nausea for me); or if it's from eating lunch in the car at 11 am E.S.T, and then finishing the trip rather hungrily at 7 pm C.S.T, thereby recreating Daylight Savings Time for my appetite all over again; or it could be the somewhat radical (if gradual) change in altitude combined with the (related) realization that once you hit I-70, that does it for the hills. So long, hills.
Speaking of that flat part of the drive, I'm sure others who've approached C-U from the east have noticed that Danville, one of the only towns between here and the Indiana line has back-to-back exits, one called Lynch Road, followed swiftly by Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive. Is this the Interstate equivalent of a makeup call or what? Sheesh.
Still, the trip was made a little more enjoyable with the help of an audiobook called Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell, comic historian extraordinaire who is rather obsessed with both the 19th century and with how events and bodies--and sometimes their parts--are memorialized. I now know 300% more about Lincoln, McKinley, and Garfield--and their assassins--than I ever could have hoped to know. All you pres. rhet/public address/memorial rhetoric folks should really check it out if you haven't already. It can make a long stupid drive slightly less stupid.
I've at least two entries queued in my digital camera if not my brain, but those will sadly need to wait 'til tomorrow.