Thanksgiving Monday

The day of the return journey south. Was up and at them ahead of seven and them was my parents in this case for those whom I was at. I hauled my stuff to the truck, said my goodbyes to the parents and dogs and struck off for the long journey back to the Harbour. I fueled up in town. The truck and myself with a McBreakfast, the third of the trip, yikes! The first segment of the trip was smooth and enjoyable. I made good time and got myself to the Bay by twenty to ten. I swung over to see Booj. He wasn’t feeling great so we met in his driveway and kept our distance. He was getting a seasonal cold but that’s a real issue in these COVID times. We exchanged pleasantries and gifts. I got him a nice PBR mason jar mug to pound beers out of and he got me a lovely wolf carving for my wall. I was back mobile a healthy conversation later. I was planning to urinate during that stop and keep on trucking for several hours but social distancing cost me that so I planned to make a fuel, urine and food stop an hour later, around noon. That plan crumbled when I got there. The gas station was completely rammed. All luxury vehicles from Toronto and herd of people standing around hacking darts and chatting. It was crazy and completely unexpected. I later talked to the Chef and he mentioned that he had been in that area the previous day and seen the same thing at the local hotels. I was in line for fuel so had to follow through with that but abandoned the other facets of the plan due to crowding. I got my gas and got out of there. A short distance down the road some guy in a van waiting to cross the highway flipped me the bird and my road rage and recent frustration merged into a full blown tirade. Eventually I was able to almost calm down then traffic picked up and the road rage portion of my overall anger flared back up. It got to the point that I decided to take the next road off the highway and carve my own path home. I checked ahead on the big roads and they were loaded with delays, including a few over twenty minutes. My ETA according to Google Maps had ballooned up by ninety minutes since I last stopped. Despite that it kept insisting I get back on the highway. I pointed the truck south and west and hoped Siri could keep track of me. I made some missteps but hours of scenic driving and an emergency roadside pee later, I arrived at the Harbour. I found the results of last week’s meal prep waiting for me and to continue my Monday tradition, here is how I did.

I quickly unpacked and let people know I’d made it safely. There were household chores needing doing and I got myself unpacked quickly and fired up some laundry. Mother had sent me with some leftovers to make things easy food-wise upon my return. I chugged that food while playing MSF.

I rushed upstairs to prepare myself for our fantasy hockey draft. This was why I felt I needed to hustle home. I did about thirty minutes about prep and the draft was over quickly. I work on MSC challenges while I was on the computer until it was time for bed. Unfortunately I forgot to change the laundry over and left wet clothes in the washer all night. I managed to get to bed and asleep ahead of ten.