From there I went on south, under the tracks, and found the Amtrak station, so I could convert my email confirmation printout to real tickets ahead of time (not, for instance, at 4 am). Had a nice chat with the man at the station--there were three there altogether, two in uniform and one not, and I was the only customer. I was wearing my Weta Workshop cap, and he asked what that insect was--turns out he's become an insect enthusiast, so we talked insects a bit--and then I found out that--o boy!--the Austin station may be staffed through weekends come September and thus I may be able to check luggage from Austin (and possibly even Temple) on the fall trip.
I had never been to the Amtrak station in Austin, and it turns out to be easy--and easy to get to Cesar Chavez afterwards (thus *not* being forced over the Lamar Blvd bridge to the south side of the river), and thence to MoPac and home. I was home very shortly after 3, which meant I missed the school traffic and so on. I still have a lot to do, but I'm definitely well ahead of this morning.