The drive back from DCia was uneventful. 200 miles from NoVa to Sommerset, PA on Thursday followed by dinner at a nice local Italian place. Then, picking the wee tykes up from summer camp in Ligonier and 350 miles back to Cincy with a pitt stop at a greasy spoon inside a truck stop in West Virginia. Once we unpacked, I took a hammer to the floor in the kitchen where my concrete malfunction happened just prior to leaving for DCia. After sweeping, we headed out for dinner at a buffet that I like to call The Golden Trough. Afterwards it was swift trip to Home Despot to pick up a new drill to replace the one I fux0r3d leading to the concrete malfunction.

Note to those who would work with small batches of concrete: if you're going to use a paddle attached to a drill, make very certain that the paddle is secure in the chuck before mixing the concrete. I thought I did. I may have. Regardless of whether I did or not, the bits of the drill that held the paddle died and turned my drill into a paperweight. From the surface, the result looked smooth as it ought to have, but when I poured the concrete was chunky which is not good when one is working with self-leveling concrete underlayment that is supposed to be smooth as pancake batter.

It's a good feeling to be back on my couch, watching my tv, running my AC, getting ready to go to sleep in my bed.

But first, I have to decide if I will start watching Gamera, Guardian of the Universe.