… having gotten Ziva out of the krankenhaus. She is running as well as she ever has, and with 196 kilometres of highway driving, it’s remarkable how she purrs.
I’m going to unpack to the extent I need to and get me a steak. I am very very hungry, and I probably should get some coffee too as I didn’t drink any yet today and my head is pounding.
Glorious weather on the way down, the sun shone. Traffic in Seattle was meh as always, but the drivers here are more polite on average than Vancouver so I had to mind my manners and not weave in and out. That means picking a lane. Border crossing was trivial; slower than I would have liked but uneventful.