9:51 pm – Hard Hittin’ New Britain, CT. I cite the famous Stanley/Livingstone interchange because I felt as though I imagine Stanley must have felt having braved quite insane conditions to locate the lost doctor: satisfied, relieved, triumphant – and aware that it was as much accomplishment as publicity stunt.
The lengths we go to for our 18-20 daily readers!
Any rate, we are here. I won’t unpack the car until tomorrow. Tonight is about unpacking a bunch of rose.
Quinn’s already been in the pool. The dogs are ecstatic. Teddy immediately started watching golf. HHW told me to kick back. So here I am.
But the blog will continue. Because after all I have thousands more miles to travel before I sleep … Or at least before I sleep here for more than 24 hours. Back to SF on Monday!
Regardless, on the Ninth Day, I rest.
Oh, and we finished GoF with 30 mins to spare. Woot!
Franklinsanity 
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