It's almost exactly 150 miles door to door from my grandfather's house to my apartment. What surprises me is how tired the drive makes me these days. 15-20 years ago, I would get up before dawn in Chico, drive to San Jose or Concord (up to 250 miles one way) for a committee meeting for BayCon or or Silicon or ConFrancisco or whatever, hang around and have dinner with people, then head back to Chico. There were a few times where I had to battle fatigue on the way back home to Chico, but it was a lot easier then. Nowadays, while I do love my family and love to be able to spend days visiting with them, those drives are getting increasingly tiresome. Whenever I can manage to use the train (which implies either renting a car at Sacramento or having someone collect me at the Sacramento trainstation or off the connecting bus to Marysville), I try to do so. That wouldn't work for this trip because I was hauling a bunch of stuff back with me, of course.
Now I need to quickly -- like, say, tonight -- re-sort the stuff I brought back with me and get it down to just those things that I really want to put in the exhibit, including photos I want to scan tomorrow evening after work.
