After getting home at about 10:30 p.m. last night, having spent most of the day up in Exeter, New Hampshire with the squash team, I had to get packed for a two-week swing through California and Miami. As my flight is scheduled for the ungodly hour of 6:05 this morning, I figured I could take my time, as going to bed would be pointless (and possibly a costly error if I were to sleep through my alarm). While driving up Interstate 91 at 3:30 in the morning, I noticed how unusually free of traffic the highway was. I was reminded of driving through the night on other trips I've taken: down the Pacific Coast Highway in California, from Sydney to Melbourne, and from Heathrow Airport to the northernmost tip of Scotland. I sorta like staying up late to drive, then crashing for a couple of hours on the side of the road.
Anyway, I am heading to San Francisco via Dallas-Fort Worth and Los Angeles. Hopefully the warmer weather will knock out this cough that has been lingering in my system the last week or so.