After a day of work, it was an evening of driving through the dark and rain. There wasn't much to see, other than the lights of the Tappan Zee Bridge, of various radio towers, and the lights of various cities. We've checked into a hotel in Pennsylvania on our way to my niece's wedding in North Carolina.

The heating unit is making the whirring sort of sounds that are all too familiar in inexpensive hotels and outside the window, you can hear the trucks rolling by.

I don't have much energy to write this evening, and we'll see how much writing, or, for that matter, any other online social interaction I can muster over the next few days.