My father-in-law is back in the hospital today (from the rehab facility where he was recovering from a stroke), due to severe nausea.

Dear loiterers in the parking lot: that business closed hours ago. I have three words for you. Nine, One, One. Three more: See, You, Later.

Setting up my computer to print via the new FiOS network. I also downloaded the FiOS app so I can change channels and DVR shows w/iDevices.

NHL fans should know the reference when I say we're passing Exit 16W of the New Jersey Turnpike. Flyers fans will growl at the reference.

There's the "Welcome to New York" sign, so we've passed through Connecticut.

Well, the good news is, the delay appears to have been roadwork. But why have TWO cop cars on hand for that? Hmm.

Wow, did we ever hit bad traffic in Fairfield, CT. It's at a standstill. Must've been a crash, as I see 2 cop cars. Hope no one's hurt.

My habit of whistling the music I'm listening to most likely won't go over well on this bus ride home. I'll spare everyone my renditions.

The reason we needed new buses is that our original driver cut himself badly enough, while removing the bad tire, that he needs stitches.

Bolt sent TWO semi-full buses to cram us onto. I hope we fit.