I made it to Sullivan Island in one piece, and am now slowly dying in my parents’ beach house because they keep the temperature 4000 fucking degrees. They also bicker so much I have no idea how they made it to their golden anniversary without a murder suicide. If I could send them to separate rooms I would. I went to the car wash to sit in the car for some peace and quiet.
The drive itself was uneventful, but the day started out with a typical bang. Yesterday I went to the airport and retrieved my car from the longterm parking, and took it back to the condo building and gave it to the valet so I could leave early this morning. Got up at 4 am, went down with all my stuff and lady Lily, and there was no valet. Nothing. No doorman. There is supposed to be someone there 24/7. It took two hours and a number of phone calls to get someone there. Weird.
Other than that, an uneventful drive. And now I am here and exhausted.