And etc…

I am officially back in Ames. I’m not sure how I could be unofficially back in Ames, though. Maybe if I was hiding from the FBI or something?

The trip back was…interesting. I followed Matt, who was driving the U-Haul and thus did not have cruise control. I almost hit a dog. Actually, a dog almost ran into my car. However, the dog is still alive, or at least it was not killed by me. Hey dog, if you want to keep living, I suggest staying OFF the highway. Then again, who am I to give advice? I almost drove off the road when I tried to turn the AC on.

The trip took about 7 1/2 hours. Or, in other words, about half of my life. I’d never actually driven for that long before. Nor had I actually driven on an interstate before. Well, I guess there was this one time, but that was by accident and only lasted for a minute or so. Freakin’ Cedar Rapids roads. Some of them just magically turn into interstate on-ramps.

The moral of this story? I need to become really rich and own a private jet and a pilot for said jet. Well, I don’t need to OWN the pilot, just employ her or him. Owning would imply slavery. And while that WOULD be cheaper, it would also be sort of wrong and against the law. And if I did it, I guess all my visits to places would become unofficial. And I would probably have to change my name and move someplace far, far away. That would really put a cramp in my private jet travel plans. And I would have to drive a lot, I bet.