Ye Olde Roadtrip

I slept for 12 hours last night. It's been quite the couple of days.

Saturday, Kathleen and I drove to Philadelphia to deal with Badgergate (a situation described in the previous post). I had a sudden flash of rationality on Friday and decided that it would probably not be the best idea to make the trip even longer by going to the abandoned PA turnpike; Kathleen was very relieved. The trip was fun, albeit extremely tiring. My GPS, who we have named Marta (the name of the Spanish female voice on the language selection screen), decided around halfway through Pennsylvania that, instead of staying on the turnpike -- a straight line to Philadelphia -- we should instead drive through Baltimore first. This added considerably to the length of the trip, especially because it ended up sending us directly into the bulk of the traffic for the Philly's game. Needless to say, there was much cursing and some violence inflicted upon the device.

After we got Graham, there weren't any more obstacles, and we made it back home fine, after about 14 hours of driving. I got to sleep at 4am. And then woke up at 7am for Medieval Faire. We all had a great time at the faire. I wish I could have dressed up for it, but there just wasn't time/money. Not much of note really happened -- we watched comedy acts, walked around, ate overpriced food, checked out the shops. The best part of the day was buying the best pickle I've ever eaten (it was the size of my head) for $1.

So, then I slept a bunch, and here I am now. I did some work on my tempera painting that I haven't touched for a long time. It's almost done -- tomorrow or the next day, probably.

Ariel's busy, so I'll see you tomorrow for Typography Tuesday.