And then I got to Houston to change planes, where it was 70 degrees and I was in my seattle snow garb. yike. Luckily, on the way back through Houston, they got the end of that midwestern ice storm, causing a 3 hour flight delay, and then a 3 hour wait after we boarded to stand in line to get de-iced. Nothing like landing at 5 am when you thought you'd arrive at 11:45pm, in time to go to work the next afternoon. I let Paul off the hook from the airport run since I landed at such a godawful time and its dark and icy anyway. He is coming over tonight after work, so I will finally get to see him, after a week apart.
Oh, and my suitcase apparently got to spend even more time in Houston than I did. Just got a call at 3pm saying it would be delivered to my house.
I mostly had a good time visiting The Stick, but lots of things reminded me why I left in the first place. Maybe more on that later, but for now I'm tired and could use a little more napping after suitcase man delivers my bag.
