Happy December 26!

I stayed up late because I was watching Monday Night Football. My Jets won! And, being the Jets, they nearly gave me a heart attack in the process. But we still control our destiny.

Of course, if any team could lose to the Raiders, it's the Jets (I mean, they already lost to the Browns).

But I'm still happy with this season. Mangini has more than doubled the team's win total from last season, and last night was a great one for Leon Washington.

I'm leaving (on a jet plane) in a few hours to head back to the cold, rainy north. As always, it's wonderful to spend time with 'song's birth family. They're incredibly gracious hosts, and wonderful people.

Back home!

I made it back home in one piece. Yay!

The cats have made it perfectly clear to me that I'm never to leave the house again, as they haven't left my side for more than about ten seconds. They seem to either blame the laptop, or regard it as a savior for returning me to Watertown. Either way, Max insists on lying down on it, and Jack insists on nuzzling it.

Trip was wonderful. More tomorrow, when I'm less exhausted.

(ETA: That's not to imply that I just got home. Even with the trains, buses, and walking, I was home by a little after 8, but Tivo was showing the new Tony Bourdain special on the Tex/Mex border, and then I got distracted by other stuff, and I'm finally at a computer).