Cue the Thin Lizzy guitar riff..
The Long Road Home
Clearwater to Atlanta is very doable in one day, as long as you don’t spend too long mucking around, or make many stops. When I finally reached I-275, which joins I-75 above Tampa, I was ready for the long haul home.
As I mentioned in a comment yesterday I stopped in Lake Park, Georgia; Exit 5 to be specific. In previous journeys to Florida I have left Atlanta after work (obviously when I had a job) and overnighted at a hotel off that exit. I’ve never had to do this on a return trip because I always leave Florida in the morning. At Exit 5 I ate Mexican food at a place I’ve been to before, and filled the M6 with gas for the remainder of the trip. Exit 5 is like too many exits which adorn the US interstates — chock full of buildings that once housed businesses and are now shuttered. I stopped there yesterday because the M6 needed gas at that time and I was familiar with the restaurant offerings.
People have teased me about my “Grandpa Paulie” style of driving, hovering near the posted speed limits, but let me tell you two things that I don’t like:
– having the fear of getting pulled over by a state trooper who is sitting awaiting speeders
– incurring the cost of speeding tickets
On this trip I saw about a dozen Georgia and Florida troopers lying in wait, and about five people pulled over by them. Yesterday I was passed by a Dodge Charger from Illinois that was flying up I-75. About an hour later I passed the Charger as it was on the side of the road with a state trooper near Adele, GA. The Charger passed me again somewhere south of Macon.
My approximately 475-mile trip took me over eight hours, this includes stopping for food as well as the first hour of stop-go-traffic getting to I-275. For me it felt good to have some time to myself again and it also afforded me plenty of time to catch up on podcasts that I had downloaded since Friday.
Postal Fail (Again)
Knowing I would be gone for five days, four of which the post office delivers mail, I requested a Hold Mail from Thursday until today. Every once in a while I receive non-junk mail and want to ensure that prying eyes don’t want to steal my identity.
Side note: one of the many mistakes I made at the ITP Estate was being bullied to put a mailbox at the curb, with the thread of no mail delivery, by the Post Office (for their convenience). For the first year (or so) mail was placed through the mail-slot in my front door. I never needed to request the post office to hold my mail because it accumulated inside the house, and not inside a mailbox.
Anyway, when I arrived home there was mail sitting in my mailbox. Given that this mail was not wrapped by the Mail Hold paperwork, means that it must have been delivered on Thursday and sat in my mailbox for the entire time that I was gone. Great…
Return To My Routine
I overslept this morning. While I’m not a fan of doing this it felt okay today, even though I have a ton of things to accomplish today.
Instead of eating a nice breakfast as I did all weekend I’ve returned to eating a protein bar, mostly so that I am not starving when I go to LA Fitness later this morning.
Post workout I will be going to hole-up somewhere to do my German homework, and hopefully a little preparation in anticipation of interviewing again.
Tonight I return to German class.
Happy Mardi Gras!