I got out of a ticket I really deserved because I could prove my brother is a cop, and because I took responsibility for my ridiculous actions.

I mentally toasted 256 and ni (sorry ni) when I got on the Jersey Turnpike.

I nearly got creamed a couple of times by idiots in SUVs.

A bad accident turned out to be the cause of the I95 parking lot issue in Connecticut. Just after I got off the phone with ana, I read the sign that said talking on the phone while driving is illegal in CTia.

Speaking of phones, iGrrrl was right. I should've gone to Best Buy or wherever and found myself a car charger for my cell phone. It didn't seem all that crucial in the midst of everything I was trying to get done on Wednesday, though, to actually leave on time (or something resembling on time).

Even though I got to my friend's house late, we still went to some place in Virginia Beach and had a Tower of Seafood. It was quite amazingly tasty, though I prefer New England oysters to Chesapeake oysters. J and I had great conversation, and she has an amazingly cute kitty.

I've never in my life been so happy to see the Mass Pike, but I couldn't figure out how to get the first toll plaza to give me a ticket, so the nice toll woman took my money and my license plate number. In my defense, there were three booths open. Two said they were for easypass only, while the other said Autos Only. After what happened in New York, I wasn't about to risk going through the Autos Only lane. I couldn't work out the incantation of the Easypass lane -- I'm sure there was a button I was supposed to push, but by that point, I was in reaction mode, not figuring-shit-out-mode.

I nearly cried when I saw the sign for the zoo down the road from my house.

I managed to get the gigantic Penske truck into the driveway without creaming my car.

Ana kissed me, then helped me bring in plants and electronics. The rest will wait until tomorrow.

The last time I saw my house, it was Christmas day. I really thought Rocky was going to jump out of his skin when he saw me.

Rusti (my mom's dog) chased my cat, who didn't defend himself, yet. Rusti got put into a submissive position, lying on her side not facing the cat. They'll all adjust, but it will take time. Tomorrow, I'll take Rocky and Rusti for a long walk together, and then maybe I'll take them to the dog park for a run. It'll be good for all of us.

The six-ish weeks were necessary. Hard, but necessary. I'll never regret what I did, but I am so very happy to be home.