A million miles a day.

Or just a million miles this day. And the strange part that I only realized a moment ago is that I didn't even flinch about all the driving no matter how far or how much expected traffic would be part of the experience. Just knowing I have a quality traveling companion probably caused that effect, I suppose. I haven't added up the miles(and in reality they weren't an insane number to be sure), but the fact that I went from Puyallup to Seattle to Tacoma to Tukwila to Tacoma to Seattle to Tukwila before coming back home to Puyallup at least sounds like a million miles in my head.