Drove the last leg home. Picked up some stuff for Saturday bbq (tri tip and chicken) and came home. The kitties were home. Their reaction was "Oh, daddy, we thought you were dead. By the way, where are our treats?" Went to the car wash. Apparently, everyone and their inborn nephews thought it would be a good day to do the same. So, after ten minutes, I backed out of the lane and left through the entrance.
To summarize, my meals traveling were, daily, a truck stop salad and a six pack + of Michelob Ultra at the motel. There and back. At the folks, just a couple hamburger patties with tomato slices. For the next three days. Which is fine, I like burgers.
A note on leaving Indiana. My folks don't live in the burbs. They are smack in the middle of farm country. That means farm roads. Leaving at zero dark thirty in itself isn't a big deal but there was a heavy rain the night before and ground fog.
Each state had its own challenges and it's own set of penises to be fellated. The two most aggravating parts of the trip were Nevada and Wyoming. Wyoming should have the title of "The state that won't quit."