We eventually wound up having an extremely late dinner/early breakfast at the Waffle House of Innwood, and fumbling our way back to Ashburn and points east by way of West Virginia 9, a road that is probably very scenic during the daytime for the passengers but at 0400 is extremely unpleasant for an old gaffer driving a stick - like yours truly. This experience has convinced me that P is no longer suitable as a navigator, and any attempts on her part to do so will be met with immediate deployment of the Jason & The Scorchers CD in the Sportage's sound system. Because I'm not going to be the only one suffering, damn it.
Home at 0500, in bed shortly thereafter, and not up until 1200. Still trying to wake up, probably because my glucose is