Thankfully I took the long way home traversing many backroads that I hadn't been on in almost a year. I was reminded why I love living so close to the country.
And as if my week couldn't have ended more wonderfully, my better half and I took the dog on a loooonnnng walk when I got back. It was starting to snow as we crossed the Roanoke River and paralleled the railroad tracks that lead to the South Yard. Damn, life is good. 
