That’s how many miles we covered on our trip home.

And yes, we are home.  At 5:15 PM.  It was a day that started calmly at 8:00 AM and would move along quite nicely until we entered New York State at Port Jervis.

Oh, there was traffic!  Lots and lots of traffic.  Bumper to bumper, stop-and-go, very stressful traffic.  It would last well into Connecticut.  I drove for over two hours and certainly didn’t go very far.

Banjo Man took over somewhere in Connecticut, but after about twenty minutes of smooth sailing, we were back in the middle of traffic.  Happy to reach 15 mph once in a while, we crept across the state until we could break free at Middletown and head south on Rt. 9, right down to I-95.

We stopped in Westerly, RI to pick up Chinese take-out from our favorite restaurant for dumplings, etc.  Later on we realized the food was inedible, the worst we’d ever tried to eat.  We are taking it back to them tomorrow, having called and told them how bad it was.

That’s a first.

Also it was the only bad meal of the trip.  Right here in our own backyard.  A bit depressing.  (I wish we had a Culver’s in RI.  I liked that place, but it was in Indiana.)

Daughter Nancy was waiting for us when we drove up to the house.  Such a happy welcome!

The house looked so good.

Banjo Man is on the couch watching college football.  I wonder how long he will stay awake.  I plan to go to bed soon and not get out of it for eighteen hours or so.  Or maybe not until Monday.

Or Tuesday.  Maybe by then I will have the energy to unpack bins of velvet pumpkins and start decorating.

After all, it’s October and pumpkins await.