As crazy as it sounds in this era of angry crowds and security nightmares, I don't mind the airport. When I'm in an airport it usually means I'm going home or to some place I've never been. Today it means I'm going home--for the first time in nearly a year. The last time I was home was last September, and I've been stuck out here in California for all these months largely because last fall I took a new job and I had ZERO vacation time. But I've done my time and earned my ticket home, so today everything is just fine in my world.
I'll be home tonight.