The law of diminishing returns

A rest stop along the way. (Taken in Maine on our way to Alma, New Brunswick, on our first day east.)

M and I are home, safe and sound.  It’s been a long, long day.  Early rising, a three hour drive to the Portland International Jetport in Maine, waiting an hour or so at the airport, the flight (about 90 minutes — we made good time), and then the hour drive home from the Cleveland Hopkins International Airport.  We made a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home, and at a local pizza place.  I’m too tired to cook tonight.  That’s why we keep the local pizza place phone number in my cell phone.  For just such travel emergencies.

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