Although bus rides can be frustratingly slow at times, they do give the opportunity for uninterrupted reading. On my way into New York I was busy doing a second pass on Jenn's novel about an ambassador to an alien planet (and almost got through it by the end of the weekend - if it were bound as a book it would be a brick). On the way back to Washington I polished off Mary Roach's 'Bonk'.
After New York City, Washington feels rather small and uncrowded in comparison. Which is a good thing, because it is definitely hotter and more humid. Back to my life of hiding out indoors in the air conditioning, with intermittent trips to museums to break up the days.