Home Again Home Again

So I'm home again. And it's been pretty all right. The plane ride was long. And it was 50 degrees in Lansing when I left. And 60 in Cincinnati for one of my layovers. It was 20 below when I got to Anchorage. And believe you me, 80 degrees makes a huge fucking difference.

But I'm adapting well. It's cold and quiet and the whole pace of life around here is a little bit different than home. And I guess that's something we should all embrace sometimes. A little bit different. A little bit off our regular beaten path.

I'm sure there's other things to say, but not now.

Not now.