Journey Home

Monday, Dec. 22, 2008 - 1:27 a.m.

Sunday, I was able to pack in a very short time.

I am finally learning not to sweat the small stuff, and as a result, I only sweated the big stuff, which wasn't all that big.

The last few moments of my visit with Old Buddy Dave were entirely too precious; he and I played Crystal Castles one more time, and then we unplugged it, and he went and found Solange so I could give her a final skritchyskritch until next time.

Old Buddy Dave got me to the airport in plenty of time, as usual, and Sunday night proved to be nearly as excellent a travel day as anything midweek.

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It was a nice flight home, with a little something extra.

After numerous months of departing night flights with my face pressed against the windows, I saw, for the very first time from up in a plane, none other than the Disneyland Fireworks.

And then fog.

And then listening to the iPod, and apparently nodding off, because in what seeemed to be about fifteen minutes, we were landing in Oakland.

John met me at the escalators and we had a merry time waiting for luggage.

Finally, after retrieving it and dashing out to the car, we headed to San Francisco.

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I've been upstairs and unpacked for about an hour now.

As of this writing, I'm timeshifting the week of General Hospital that I taped on that vintage device called a VCR.

There are stuffed bunnies on my side of the bed that got used to being there in my absence; they'll have to be reminded that it's Mommy's side of the bed and she wants it back, but they're usually pretty good about letting me back in the bed.

Ya know. Usual homecoming stuff.

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Old Buddy Dave, thank you THANK YOU for the huge surprise, and for making sure I ate my yogurt, and for arranging the nice dinner with your brother.

And John, thank YOU for changing that nasty busted up light switch and for making sure the vacuum worked.

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That's it. Have a good Monday.

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