So I’m writing this from guess where? A luxury bus that you’d expect to be filled with rock stars going in-between cities for various gigs.  There’s space for 18ish…  All leather surfaces… 5 flat screen TV’s.  Fridge…  Bathroom…  Quite luxurious…

The deal is that my grandfather died last week, and this bus was chartered to take many of us down to the funeral in Anderson, SC.

So while it’s not the most happy of situations, it is the weirdest manner of travel that I have yet to experience.  Not only am I so far removed from the driving experience, but there’s 14 family members in close proximity for two 10-hour stretches in a weekend.

It’s pretty disorienting on more than a few levels.  It’s almost like a casino in that there are no clocks, similar lighting all the time, and noise all around.

Right now we’re headed back to Indianapolis.  It’s almost midnight – and we’ve been on the road since 3 pm.  I have yet to sleep on the bus on this trip or the trip down…  So I’m beginning to feel more than a little fried.  I was already frazzled from both work and the moving preparations, but this will add a whole new dimension to this week.

So please excuse the possible lack of posts this next week or two.  I’m going to try, but I have no idea what will come around this week.

And I almost forgot to mention that my hotel room had what appeared to be four cracks from shotgun buckshot.