Tuesday I went to work to meet the customer's new project lead and give my presentation on the part he isn't involved with while fizzygeek packed for the trip. I bowed out of the meeting early, dropped by the house we were housesitting, and headed home. We packed up the car and headed north. The nav computer found us a cute diner (Lincoln Diner) where we had a passable dinner. The journey took somewhat longer than we had anticipated, and we were about ready to hit the hay when we arrived. The room reeked of "air freshening" spray, which was beating up my lungs pretty bad. My supervisor wanted me to check my email in case there were any pressing issues that came up at the meeting after I left. No dice. The hotel sign said "T-Mobile hot spot", but it just wasn't working. I'd get full signal, none, half signal, none, lather, rinse, repeat. A little investigation showed I was pingponging between two access points. I jotted down the MAC addresses (tricky, as they'd flicker in and out in less than a second), and called tech support. Tech support was very good, but unable to fix the problem. So we went to bed. Whereupon I realized the bedclothes stank of stale tobacco smoke.
We went to the viewing and funeral on Wednesday. There was a good turnout of friends and relatives, and even the local fire company had donated flowers. The music was a tape loop, however, with apparently only three tracks (two versions of Ave Maria and one of How Great Thou Art). At the lunch afterward, I made a long arm to grab a water pitcher, apologizing "excuse my boarding-house reach", and fizzygeek's grandpa wanted to know which boarding house.
On Thursday, we had to hurry back home because fizzygeek had to work that evening (bleh). We did make time to stop at a bookstore (scored 3 Charles Addams books) and a garden center (got a silly gift for chelona). I made pretty good time down the road, but was getting tired (the tobacco scented room had robbed me of serious shuteye), and finally had fizzygeek drive for a while. She said she probably wouldn't be going as fast as I was, but a few miles down the road, she realized she was tearing down the road at about the same speed, and realized some of the appeal of my tight handling, smooth, powerful car. We got home safe and sound, and fizzygeek had to stagger off to work.