Reader Naomi, clearly the kindest of spirits, invoked in comment, in response to yesterday’s span of unproductive hours (even in leisure) this Hebrew prayer, Tefilat Haderech, for the traveler:

May it be Your will, LORD, our God and the God of our ancestors, that You lead us toward peace, guide our footsteps toward peace, and make us reach our desired destination for life, gladness, and peace. May You rescue us from the hand of every foe, ambush along the way, and from all manner of punishments that assemble to come to earth. May You send blessing in our handiwork, and grant us grace, kindness, and mercy in Your eyes and in the eyes of all who see us. May You hear the sound of our humble request because You are God Who hears prayer requests. Blessed are You, Adonai, Who hears prayer

She offered as an alternative, St. Chrisotopher, patron Saint of travel.

I confess that I am betimes of more mordant and practical bent in my wishes, for there does hang on my office wall, in a land (state) far, far away, this blessing, said to be of the Irish:

May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

AJA