At 5:30 AM on Saturday, a dear friend of mine will drive me to the bus station here in Muncie, whereupon I shall commence an epic journey back to the Keystone State. To wit:
- From Muncie, I hop on a bus to Indianapolis.
- From Indianapolis, I hop on another bus—an Amtrak Thruway Motorcoach, huzzah—to Chicago.
- From Chicago, I hop on the overnight Capitol Limited to Pittsburgh, and from there the Pennsylvanian to Lancaster.
This is supposed to take thirty hours. Whee.
I fully expect the journey to be hellish. If it is at least interestingly hellish, I may complain about it in this space.