Sometimes traveling works out.

Back in Texas. The travel was nearly uneventful. The events were happy ones. In Detroit I just barely made it onto my next flight. And got an entire exit row to myself. My ride (Craig & Melinda) showed up to take me home, and we chatted a bit. My house is relatively clean, and I just ate the delicious sandwich I made back in Hamilton with the last of the Thai-seasoned chicken. With some leftover gouda still in my fridge. I will soon check to see if there is any ice cream in the fridge. I have a suspicion.

The phone messages were a nonevent. That’s nice. The mail, however… it filled the box. Rejections from UNCG (polite) and Dickinson (short and summary). Pie of the Month Club update from Sue Anne (Nesselrode Pie - I think I’ll try it sometime). Late gifts for Jason (music) and Alex (now it’s a birthday present). Bills. Mountains of junk. Latest edition of Analog (just finished reading the last one on the plane today).

Being home is wonderful in many ways. Yes, I already miss my wife and my cats. And my social life (which, spotty as it is, is pretty much all in Hamilton). But being home is a bit of bliss. My stuff is all handy. My couch has a back. My TV has stereo sound. My job is waiting. Sigh. I think I’ll bask in the homeness of it all for a day or two. Then get all frazzled with work again.

Oh. And church is now at 1:00. Do not want.