Travelling and my sightseeing vacations have become a staple in my life. At first I didn't think of this so much as a vacation as much as being there for J, who has had a tough time ever since I moved to Chicago. We had our period of lamenting our separate situations but I knew enough that the only way to get past it is to get out and get your mind off of it. The last two days, when we had finished seeing everything we wanted to see and had time to kill, I got us out of the house and driving, going to beaches, eating outside, seeing movies, anything. It worked out well.
We did a lot on this vacation;

-We saw Fort McClary, an old Pre Revolutionary, War of 1812, Civil War, WWI and WWII fort. I think it will be used in WWIII also but not sure which side. Hopefully the mountainmen up in Maine and NH will have made New England a free zone by then so it will go to the people.
-We almost hit a buck crossing the road at night. On the way to the airport we almost hit a pack of deer.
-Saw the first sunrise in America on Cadillac Mountain.
-Got all the winter clothes I needed to get (winter coat, hat, gloves) but not hiking boots. I got a cool belt, three shirts and nunchaku though.
-Spent several nights in the complete silence of the country in huge plush beds.
-Had a lot of time to think things over. I have better ideas about finding a job, ideas for my book, for short stories, for dealing with all my shit. That was the most important thing I did.
-Saw Jackass II (good, but not as good as I'd hoped) and Employee of the Month (about as good as I expected).
-Ate a lot, actually got sick from eating so much a couple of times. Have to work it all off.

I was late getting to Manchester so I missed the first flight to Chicago and had to spend another night in Maine. While waiting and figuring I was already late one woman cuts ahead of the line because she had to go to Chicago and was already late, nevermind that half the line is going to Chicago. She makes a huge production about it, yelling at the woman behind the counter even though it's her own fault and just as she's leaving the guy behind me gets mad because I won't let him get ahead of me to get the flight to Chicago because I'm on the same flight. When I tell him the flight's gone and we both missed it he throws a little temper tantrum as well.
Grown adults.

I got to the airport at 5am the next morning after only lightly sleeping for an hour and a half, went standby on the first flight, got the only seat available and made it to Chicago safe but very tired and unwashed. Going to sleep long and well tonight.