I went north to get my mail, of which there was too much and a lot of it related to mandated regulations of one sort or another.  I'm glad my retirement benefits include at least a portion of health insurance, as I want to avoid that huge FUBAR that now joins the US Postal Office and Amtrak as a government-run enterprise designed not to make money, but to funnel revenue to the unions and the politicians' special buddies.

I also had Sadhu given the once-over, as we are about to engage in our adventure down Interstate 95 to Daytona Beach.  Leaving in the early morning...or mid-morning...or mid-afternoon...I don't know.  Who am I, Nostradamus?