Ended up hearing the new Janet Jackson single way too much. I avoided the Turnpike until I literally could not any longer, getting on at Breezewood, the strip of it near the Turnpike so overly filled with signs that your brain screams for some empty space. The wedding was lovely. Caught up with more old friends, who mentioned how I don't change. The cars have a higher pitched shriek.
Concrete highways do that.
But there was something appealing about checking in alone and in putting my things on the counter and being confident that no one could move them. Walking around in my underwear with no fear. I need alone time now and then. I woke to the sound of motorcycles revving, had brunch, then hit the road, spending much of the time belting along to my CDs. All highways this time, so it wasn't as interesting.