I'm back . . . sort of

The trip was great, although the weather sucked most of the time. New Orleans is dirtier, smellier, and noticeably more dangerous than it was in 2001 (my first visit). A full trip report may or may not get posted, as the first thing to greet me as I got back (other than cats who'd forgotten who we were) was a computer that refused to boot. It may be tomorrow before I can get something sorted out on that front.

I can say, however, that Ohio must be located in a time warp, because the drive from Cincinnati to Toledo seemed to take weeks, not the three or so hours it should have done. When it started to rain, it was actually a pleasant change from the monotony of the drive up to that point. Once I got out of Ohio, it would have been nice if it had stopped raining, as Michigan's signs along the Interstate are nearly impossible to read in a misty, darkening late afternoon at the best of times. We nearly missed the exit to the bridge to Windsor, as it was partly obscured by a transport truck who'd missed his own exit and was trying to pull over onto the shoulder.

The freezing rain on the way home last night was a great touch: because we had to detour through Stratford to drop off Liam, we ended up having to grab a hotel room and stay overnight, as the road between Stratford and Kitchener-Waterloo was getting particularly glassy (it was also nearly midnight by then, too).