On the road yesterday six hours out of eight. Such is necessary in these parts if you want to get where you need to go.
Three hours there, two hours there, three hours back. Apart from the need to stop for an occasional bathroom break along the way -- that's what I get for having coffee with breakfast.
When I got home in the evening, I was somewhere between exhausted and disoriented. Had supper. Had several glasses of ice cold green tea. The book I ordered came in the mail; I lay around reading it.
Last night I slept with the windows open, and it got down into the 50s for the first time in weeks.