I'm waiting on my man

Van was in DC last night. Should be here this morning. So I'm waiting on my man, set of license plates in my hand. I don't completely understand the mysteries of auto transport and, frankly, given the frequency of my existing and planned experiences with it, I don't really care. There are so many opaque processes run by the Man . At least this driver has given me daily updates since he crossed the Mississippi and I can tell he ain't exactly traveling as the crow flies.

The plan for today to get the van, get the van inspected. I have plates, registration, and insurance so I am not expecting any issues. Then I need to continue with the Expedition Manifest, which is about 5/6 complete. I still have some other administrivia loose ends to tie up tomorrow so it looks like a Wednesday am launch.

Wednesday morning at eight o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing our bedroom door
Leaving the scene that we've all seen before
We go down to the garage clutching our manifest
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside we are free*

-Gerry

*Beatles, with apologies