Just a quick post to say that we are alive and well in Chicago.  Just got the interwebs set up at home, but as it is still a palace of cardboard boxes, I’m working away at a coffee-shop, trying to catch up on the ridiculous amounts of work I have to do.  The move was not without its moments of stress, which I may or may not go into more details about when I get chance to breathe again.  Suffice to say, the movers were complete ass-hats of the highest order and I wish very nasty things to happen to them.

But HASWOE, puppies and I are here, healthy, and looking forward to starting our new lives in Chicago.  Thanks to everyone who helped with my road-trip here, checking out the live-blogging, and even to a particular person, who shall remain nameless, who used the opportunity to spew global warming taunts at me, safe in the knowledge that I couldn’t vociferously defend my position with one hand on the wheel of my polar bear-saving automobile.  Nameless, other than telling you that her name kinda rhymes with BubonybusPottie.

More soon . . .

699 miles, 11 hours including stops, and a surprisingly good non-polar bear-killing 32mpg - almost as though I was giving polar bears mouth-to-mouth. Meaning saving their lives, as opposed to some weird bestiality activity. Not that there is any other type of bestiality than weird. How did we get to bestiality? Damn polar bears . . .

Puppies looked in need of one last pee-stop. Only 33 miles to go, then the puppies get to go to the dog park with Murphy, then it’s dinner, then sleep. I hope I don’t fall asleep face-first in my food.

And again, no idea where I am. 33 miles away. Google it.

Sorry Artful, I have no idea where I am, there has been no sign of life for miles. The moving people just told HASWOE that the move will cost twice as much as they quoted, which is BS as we really don’t have much in the way of heavy things. So we have a fight on our hands. Neat.

Apparently I’m near Bristol. Wherever the heck that is.

So, Artful made a request - not content with the fact that I’m managing to ‘Blog & Drive’ while dealing with dogs and vomit, I need to add location information too. It’s not easy as there is NOTHING out here. I mentioned Pittsburgh a while ago, and unless the signs are lying to me, I am currently passing Toledo, in the dull state of Ohio.

Oh, and listening to Monty Python’s “Eric The Half A Bee” - fiddly-dum, fiddledy-dee, I’m Eric The Half A Bee . . .

First gas-stop, puppies enjoyed a little freedom, but I realized that I can’t actually get food of any substance - it would mean leaving the puppies in the car for too long, and it’s just way too hot. So I settled for trail-mix and a Snickers. I guess it means I’ll have an appetite by the time I arrive. Looks like it will be a 7pm CT arrival as long as there is no crazy traffic. Oh, and here comes the rain!

Seems like my 87-mile update blog got lost. That was the one where I discovered that my iPod aux cable is dead, and hence I’m XM surfing. I also mentioned that Crossers hadn’t vomited - 5 minutes before he did. Anyway, back to concentrating on the road . . .

Just driven by Pittsburgh, Go Pens! An uneventful couple of hours since the last post, thankfully. Will probably make the first stop (non-vomit stop) in an hour or so, see if I can fix this ipod cable.

I’d like some food too please. And maybe a coffee.

Spoke too soon on the vomit. Ugh.

Attempting to live blog. It’s 8:50am ET and about to leave. Google told me 2 hours, my sat-nav thinks I can do it in 10 - must know that I drive pretty fast, huh? I guess this means I will arrive around 7pm CT if I stop for an hour total and see no traffic. Right. Let’s Roadtrip!