I'm hopping into the Swagwagon in a couple of hours and making my way to Carson City. I need to be there no later than Saturday morning, so I can pick up a couple of items that my friend has generously stored for me. They are a couple of antique dioramas that I have given to my daughter. I'm going to schlep them to her mom's house for continued storage until the she-cub settles somewhere semi-permanently on her own and can safely take ownership of fragile items. Dorm rooms across the country don't fit into that category, so to her mom's they go.
I've got a full tank of (rather expensive) gas, my phone filled with a variety of podcasts for mental nourishment, and tortilla chips, Danish, and lemonade for the physical. Let the road trippin' begin.