August 13, 2003
Home Again
Hello everyone!
There is a great satisfaction in returning home after a vacation. In the face of mountains of laundry and the weariness of resuming the daily grind, I can't quite eliminate that smug glee of sleeping in my own bed with my own pillows and waking up with all my stuff around me.
My vacation, by the way, was fantastic. We stayed in a beautiful house, ate wonderful food (my brother-in-law owns an Italian restaurant), gazed for hours at gorgeous views of the surrounding mountains, and I even got to sneak in a little soccer. If I could have eliminated the slight hangover which set in after several Coors one night (when in the Rockies...), I could have called this vacation perfect.
Many, many thanks to The Professor for keeping up appearances while I was gone. He did such a good job, that he started to get fan mail. He has officially received more fan mail than me. Therefore, I am not revoking his posting privileges. You may hear more from him.
And guess who was the most excited to see me on my return home? That's right.
Really. He was ecstatic. I'm sure it wasn't the rattling of the box of dog treats.
Glad to be home. I must now go walk around the house and touch all of my stuff.