Jump back, my friends. I'm getting wireless internet at the Super 8 in West Haven, Conn. I had thought, when I powered up tonight, that I'd be just writing out a post to save for some time tomorrow, when we wander by a Starbucks or something like that. I never thought that I would get a signal. Huh. There is real hope for this trip's consistent blogging yet!
So what happened today, you may ask. Well, we policed our permitted spots with a vengeance, and had five spaces allotted to the moving truck when it arrived. They got there at about 9:50 a.m., just within the whole 8 a.m. to 10 a.m. time frame. As there were four guys doing the work, it was done faster, of course, and by 2:30 p.m., we had a cleaned-out apartment, filled-up car, and anxious mindset to get out of town. But then, with Boston being that kind of city, we had to change our tactics and travel out of the city via the Turnpike, and through Connecticut. Since I was so tired, and Brian was jonesing for some television, we decided to stop before hitting New York City, giving us the opportunity to rest up before attacking that city's traffic tomorrow!
p.s. This particular Super 8 is the recent recipient of a brand-new video camera surveillance system. Last week, there was a drug deal gone bad, a fight started, and a whole ruckus erupted. (Don't tell Mom this part, please.) At any rate, the cameras made it a bit harder to sneak Oliver in, but wrapped up in a towel, he passes for a baby well enough.