We are home.
We missed my ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) by one minute—had a driver not cut in front of us and slowed down to 40mph (miles per hour) on I-95 just as we were approaching our final exit, we would have arrived home at 10:20 pm instead of 10:21 pm. Stupid slow driver! Other than that, it was an uneventful 12 hour drive, give or take a few minutes.
Anyway, a picture of the former house at 279 Probart Street [1] as of yesterday:
[Alas, poor 279 Probart Street! We hardly knew you.] [2]
I do say, it's largely gone.
And thus ends our yearly adventure in Brevard [3]. (As a side note—man is it nice to get back to a real keyboard again.)
[2] /boston/2019/06/17/Ex-house.jpg