Long drive home

It was a long drive home from Louisville last night. Dodging snowflakes, using gallons of washer fluid on the road spray that instantly accumulates on the windshield when the giant tractor-trailers fly by at astronomical speeds, and desperately searching for Starbucks located near the freeway but away from rush-hour. (We found two.)
I've never been a fan of rush hour in Cleveland, but having experienced it in Columbus and now Louisville and Cincinnati, I can tell you confidently that ours is actually quite nice.